All Purls. No Swine.
December 21, 2025 Dear Chickens, I know it's the shortest day of the year. And that, lately, it's generally been cold, overcast and gloomy. The worst laying conditions possible. Still--in the circumstances and all--you're giving me an egg or so a day when all the experts say the four of you should be molting and… Continue reading Winter Solstice, 2025–Yesterday
Poor old Macbeth. From Act V, Scene viii (for those of you in Rio Linda, that's Act 5, Scene 8): I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield To one of woman born. It's important that you speak the accented second "e." Otherwise it won't scan. (Iambic pentameter, you know. Thank goodness Macduff is… Continue reading QOTD: “I bear a charmèd life….”
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And… Continue reading Paean To A Plain Woman, And a Few Recollections in Tranquility
I'm piggybacking on a Ricochet post from today which has made it to the main feed and is--therefore--on the public Internet. It's a great post, and one which has generated considerable discussion. The meat of the post is a quote from the American Abolitionist, Frederick Douglass, as follows: I prefer to be true to myself,… Continue reading “I prefer to be true to myself….”
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And… Continue reading Paean To A Plain Woman
LOL. Dearest Andrea: Don't quit your day job. Love, RWKJ Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor… Continue reading Andrea Mitchell Puts Her Ivy-League Degree in English Literature* to Good Use
There are two sorts of people in the world: There are decent, kind, honest people who treat others the way they would like to be treated and who return good for evil when they encounter it in the world. And then there are those who are neither decent, nor kind, nor honest, and who take… Continue reading On Stalkers, Cyberbullies, and (Finally) Turning the Page