All Purls. No Swine.
“Hank the Tank,” the 500lb black bear and scourge of Tahoe California, has been cleared (through DNA evidence no less) of many of the burglaries he’s been accused of committing over the past several weeks. It appears that there are at least two more bears who are culpable, and who haven’t yet been named. (One… Continue reading Bears Lives Matter: #IStandWithHankTheTank
I am the grandmother of an eight-year-old girl. Technically, she is my step-granddaughter, though the distinction makes no difference, I assure you. Her mother is my stepdaughter and beloved friend. Her first few years have not been idyllic. And she’s had to learn to be a little tougher than I would like, a little earlier than I would… Continue reading My “Feminist” Fever Dream
Hanging onto resentment is letting someone you despise live rent-free in your head--Esther Lederer Yes, it's true. The phrase "living rent-free in [someone's] head" was coined, not by the late Rush Limbaugh--who probably did more to popularize it over the past two decades than any single individual--but by a petite Jewish woman born in Sioux… Continue reading On Resentment and Rental Space
Sundials. I have one. Carefully adjusted so that it tells the approximate time based on the position of the sun showing in the sky. (When there is sun showing in the sky.) It's kinda fun, because, simply by moving the dish, I can tell the time in any part of the world; anywhere that's important… Continue reading Counting Only the Sunny Hours–From Now On, Of Course
She's a former journalist married to a New York Times reporter (of course she is!) and she's the (unelected) Deputy Prime Minister of Canada, as well as its Minister of Finance. She's incredibly well respected for her intellect (which distinguishes her from her putative boss), and is known, informally, as the "Minister of Everything," due… Continue reading Who is Chrystia Freeland?
I learned that little Polish phrase from the late Mr. She, not very long after I met him, on a day when we were swapping stories about our eccentric and (in wholly different ways) exceptional families. It’s one of the few (SFW) bits of Polish I know, and I say it with great determination and… Continue reading Rosyjskie Diabły
Well, OK. Einstein was wrong. (I say this because I refuse to believe, just because I indulge this particular sort of repetitive behavior--always believing that, next time, when the end comes I'm going to weather the storm without incident--that I’m insane. Obtuse, stubborn, and human, perhaps. But not insane.) Shortly before Christmas, it fell to… Continue reading Giving My Heart (Just Once More) For a Dog to Tear
Well, here we are. Closing in on Valentine's Day 2022, A day which has--for me--much to recommend it. And many other things as well. For starters, forty years ago (1982, and so on): I'd finished up my tenure as a teaching assistant in the Masters of English Literature program at Duquesne University in Pittsburgh PA. … Continue reading Cry Me a Cockroach: A Valentine’s Day Gift For Closure
So there I was a day or two ago, still in the rather miserable late stages of recovering from Covid, snuggled under the heated blanket with Psymon sitting on my lap (not so much, TBPC, because it was my lap, but because–heated blanket–hello?), watching an old episode of NCIS which had fetched up on one… Continue reading “Close Your Eyes. Think of Everything Good”
I've mentioned before how much I enjoy Ammo Grrrll's Friday morning posts on Powerline. Today's post, Make New Friends, and Keep the Old, is no exception. Her fond recounting of some of the entries in "Mama Dorothy's autograph book" put me in mind of this post I wrote on Ricochet eight (!) years ago about… Continue reading Roses are Red . . . Jokes, Adages, Sayings