This is food, potentially. Heirloom beans, organic peas, Swiss chard, summer squash. All started from seed, in these little incubator thingummies that come with soil pods. Not making this up: you just add water and then poke a couple seeds into each cup. Problem is, I am a terrible gardener. I could not grow a veggie garden … Continue reading What NOW?
I am officially a criminal.
Yup. In the eyes of the law, I have committed a crime. And looky there: it says I DISOBEYED a traffic control device. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy about myself. But this is actually a speeding ticket dressed in drag, sorta. And it is my first ever moving violation. Seriously. Handsome Chef Boyfriend and … Continue reading I am officially a criminal.
On Being Steadfast and Astonishing
Franco De Vita (American Ballet Theatre JKO School Principal) once quipped that he loves teaching thirteen-year-olds simply because he enjoys that particular age; the context for his remark was a discussion around one kid in particular who happened to be thirteen at the time and who is clearly destined for ballet greatness. I was picking … Continue reading On Being Steadfast and Astonishing
When It Rains…
...it pours Siberian Huskies. Yesterday Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I paid a visit to a couple he has called friends for a long time. They are dog mushers, among other things. It is no secret that I have been pining for dog companionship since I lost my canine friend in late January. Yesterday I got … Continue reading When It Rains…
Rancor-Me-Not
This morning my Handsome Chef Boyfriend gave me a smooch on his way out the door back to his own stomping grounds, just a bit further afield than I would like. Be careful, I said; let me know when you’re there safe. Do you ever stop worrying about things, he chided? No. Never. I never, … Continue reading Rancor-Me-Not
Bump in the Road
Southern friends, this one's for you. (And it is emphatically not a metaphor for anything.) Late last winter or maybe early spring, not sure, Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I were headed across the Connecticut River to a favorite little eatery over in Lyme for a pleasant cold-grey-day lunch. I was behind the wheel of my … Continue reading Bump in the Road
Hole in My Heart
Obsessive, almost maniacal scrubbing: floors, clothing, blankets, furniture, my car, everything. For reasons I can't completely understand I have done this with unrelenting urgency for the past week and a half, save a couple of days when I pressed pause so I could be with HCB. Today I will close up the giant plastic tub … Continue reading Hole in My Heart
Don’t Hate Me…
...because I enjoy middle school humor. Recognize her? She's the Land O'Lakes lady, not to be confused with the chic who insisted "You call it corn; we call it maize" in the 1970s Mazola TV ad campaigns. This post last week by a blogger who sometimes makes me laugh so hard I almost pee my … Continue reading Don’t Hate Me…
Polar Vortex
Yes, it really is as bad as it seems. Looks like a five-year-old got into the yarn, huh? Or maybe the booze? Multiply by ten, and you're almost there. I remember an epic argument between my teenage self and my mama just before my senior year in high school. Take Home Economics, she urged; you … Continue reading Polar Vortex
Simple Gifts
Best Christmas present ever, from Clarence-the-Canine and Handsome Chef Boyfriend, who reported that it was no small thing to achieve doggie cooperation and do this more or less when I had my back turned. Stealth dogs, both. This is one ornament that will not be packed away, nor will the other two whimsical ballet-themed ones … Continue reading Simple Gifts
Sycamore Stories 