I am sitting here staring out the (back) window where the dog blankets are flapping in the rain* on the laundry line whirligig thing—the wind, even in the small walled back garden, spins it around exuberantly, which would dry them quickly if it weren’t for the, you know, rain . . . & wondering why…
Author: Robin McKinley
SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY
BEFORE I FORGET (HAVING ALREADY FORGOTTEN, BECAUSE I’M WRITING THIS HEADING HAVING ALREADY WRITTEN THE REST OF THE POST) I AM NOT REPEAT NOT GOING TO THE SFWA CONVENTION WHERE THEY WILL GONG ME IN ABSENTIA WITH THE GRAND MATRIARCHY THINGUMMY. . . . Because I am a little old lady with ME who furthermore…
Somewhat on Getting Old
To remind me of the full panoply of joy blanketing dog ownership, the day after the seal encounter at the end of a week of digestive indelicacy, we had fireworks. On the whatsit of February? WHY?? There aren’t even any particularly exciting saints in February, I don’t think, okay, Brigid, but she’s Irish & I…
Remind me why I thought I wanted a dog
Genghis has not been having a good week. Therefore I have not been having a good week. Last Saturday when I was taking my visiting friend* for a fabulous cliffside walk, he decided without warning or explanation to excrete a rushing stream of squish along the narrow clifftop path . . . just in front of a…
Crankily yours
Young Beowulf has given me a tappable icon on the task bar at the top of the Word screen so I can get the frell out of the—whatever it is—I think it’s web view? I want DRAFT VIEW. I am old & I like the illusion of a piece of paper, or anyway something more nearly resembling a blank…
La la la yes everything is totally fine yes totally la la la
The working day got off to a really good start* when I somehow managed not to notice that I hadn’t put the top on the blender properly before I hit autoclean. ARRRRGH. Well that’s one way to get the utility room back wall sluiced down. It’s probably not going to happen any other way. I do most…
Of keys & key safes
Glory hallefrellinglujah whatever gave me the insane idea that I could seamlessly* insert** writing a blog back into my life? Although if TECHNOLOGY would stop kicking me around like a an old damaged football*** I might be both more willing & more able to tiptoe across the Dead Marshes of the blogoscape†, averting my eyes from the spooky candles…
Bring back the IBM Selectric
It’s not the grey(ing) hair & the wrinkles that make me feel old. There’s an easy workaround to that: don’t look in the mirror. & as long as I continue to keep up, more or less, with my over-rocketlauncher-powered & overpowering dog* I figure I’m still functional.** Physically anyway. Mentally . . . It’s technology. It’s technology that…
Year Out, Year In
Happy Hanukkah, Christmas, Boxing Day, New Year, & any other random holidays people celebrate at this time & season, these just happen to be the ones that bump up against my life, &, speaking of random, there’s also an important clan* birthday in the middle of all the rest. One could get through a lot…
HAPPY FIRST DAY OF WINTER. ARE YOU KIDDING?
ALSO. I should begin by saying . . . I’ve been writing, or not writing, this blog post for, ugh, is it ten days? Ugh. Bad me. There’s definitely a certain amount of I’M WRITING A BLOG AGAIN? I WHAT?, involved, decorated with sparkly flashing neon by my total inability to manage my time, um, what is this meaningless phrase ‘to manage time’??,…