Hello lovelies,
I’m in the process of going through old blog posts and assigning (or reassigning) categories and tags. Partly to make this more user-friendly, partly to give it a more consistent feel, and partly because organizing things makes me happy. Let me know what you think.
Hello lovelies.
I’m a bit late this week, finishing this up from a hotel room outside Yosemite. I’m up here for a few days with my brother and his wife, so I can watch my nephew while they’re at a wedding. I’m considering extending my stay out the rest of the week, as work is slow and I’ve got no reason to go back home until I need to get Z from school on Friday. Expect photos of the park in next week’s review. Continue reading “The Sunday Review: Bloody Sun Edition”
Hello lovelies.
I flew out to New York on Father’s Day and back on Midsummer’s. The quick trips are the hardest ones. There’s no time to adjust to the time zone, and the ratio of plane time to ground time is less than ideal. Even so, I’m going to miss all the travel when it ends. Continue reading “The Sunday Review: Your Private New York Edition”
Hello lovelies.
I’m in New York this week. I thought about flying out on Friday so that I could catch Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer in the Coney Island Mermaid Parade, but decided that, more than anything, I needed a kid-free, work-free day to rest and recharge. By which, of course, I mean fold the 4 baskets of laundry, clear out the dishes in the sink, prep the fridge for a week away from home, and clean up all the clutter left by Hurricane Z.
Hello, lovelies.
It was a rough winter; I didn’t realize how much of a hermit I’d turned into until the weather got nice and I started spending most of my day outside again. I’m going to try to make the weekly roundup a thing again, although I’ve said that before! Let me know in the comments or with the like button if you’re enjoying these, as that’s prime motivation to keep it happening.
1. Flight of whimsy. I bought a plane ticket to go to Hong Kong in September. By myself. For a week. This terrifies me, because it’s adventurous, impractical, and falls solidly in the “things I don’t do” category.
2. #metoo Amanda Palmer and Jasmine Power dropped a new song, Mr. Weinstein Will See You Now. It didn’t hit me nearly as hard as I thought it would, and I’m ok with that.
3. Black is the new green. After six months of feeling guilty every time I put vegetable peels and leftover food in the trash, I bought a compost tumbler. The last one took me six weeks to put together, this one took three hours. Now on my wishlist for the holidays: a proper cordless drill.
4. Not a box. Z has been asking me to take her rock climbing for months. I got the gear during the big REI sale, then went to the gym and took the “intro class” so I could belay her. When I took her a few days later, she went straight for the bouldering section and proceeded to climb up and down the “ladder” for an hour. It felt eerily like spending lots of money on a birthday gift that your child ignores in favor of the box.
5. One of the trees in the back turned out to be a plum tree, and they are thisclose to ripe. Who’s got plum recipes?
Links and Things
This article solidifies my cynicism around donating money to political campaigns: What Happened to Jill Stein’s Recount Millions. As someone who donated a measly $5, I’d like an answer.
I learned to take photos on my dad’s old Canon, which just sold its last film camera. I still miss the magic of immersing the photo paper in the developer and watching the picture appear (less so wrangling the film into the spool in the dark).
A tongue-in-cheek and a more useful guide to indoor plants.
I did what everyone’s saying you should do and read (ok, skimmed) the most recent “we’ve updated our privacy policy” email I received and what do you know, it had two helpful links for opting out of online ads.