. . . THIS IS NOT WHAT I HAD IN MIND. The day after I wrote the previous post, including telling my life to make a note that I wanted blog material*, Genghis & I were walking, or rather plunging & careering, across Strathspey** Park. I think I had done my usual cack-handed version of…
::falls down laughing:: another continuing series
This one is called Reading Reader Mail. . . . So the ME is still bashing me around some,* speaking of continuing series, although I hope most of the other series aren’t boring. Also there’s an unnecessarily large amount of extraneous rubbish falling across my personal landscape that I can’t quite think how to turn…
Tottering on
One of the friends I told the Blighter & Bounder story to went home & told her husband, & he went to a friend of his who knows someone who works at Blighter & Bounder & the friend said judiciously, Hmm, yes, they aren’t good with women. SO I GUESS MAYBE. Although it is reassuring…
I am not having a good week
. . . & STINKEROONEY WEEK CONTINUES. I CAN’T DOODAH DOODAH WHATSIT DOODAH BELIEVE I FORGOT TO POST THIS LAST NIGHT [FIND THE APPROPRIATE FOOTNOTE ※ AT THE VERY BOTTOM OF THIS BLOG, OKAY? IF I TRY & ADJUST ALL THE FOOTNOTE SYMBOLS SO THAT THIS ONE COMES FIRST WITH THE USUAL SINGLE ASTERISK, I…
Houseplants
Another hilarity-inducing email a few days ago: How many houseplants do you have? Do they all have names? 1. Lots. 2. NO. To begin with, it depends on how you count. I have gazillions of geraniums, & most of them root so easily that if you want the bits you cut off not to root,…
On blogging & the presence of an audience
I received an adorable* email a day or three ago, telling me that the obvious answer to seagulls is to import a few griffins. :: falls down laughing :: OF COURSE. WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT.** Thank you, all of you who have written to say they’re glad to see this blog again.*** One…
Dog stories, a continuing series
As luck or the irony of the universe would have it, the day after I posted my last, a friend gave me a clipping* from THE TIMES** that he thought I might be interested in, he being somewhat acquainted with Genghis.*** The headline reads: MY RESCUE DOG IS A SNARLING HELLHOUND.† I’d give you a…
Oh woe, oh woe, oh woe woe woe, when is baby seagull season ooooooooo-ver
Seagulls are doodah-whatsit protected in this sanity-challenged country. ARRRRRRRGH. Now I grew up with seagulls, my father was in the Navy so we were mostly posted near salt water*. When he retired the family moved to Maine. & to my own surprise I moved back to coastal Maine as an adult. I KNOW FROM SEAGULLS. …
The Tale of the Campervan, Chapter XII, approximately
Chapters I-XI are about why/how/WHAT??? I have a campervan, yes, a campervan, what was I THINKING, that I bought a campervan*?? Well, so, in medias res here. I have this campervan, poor thing, which I rarely use, because rather than my four-wheeled other self, which Wolfgang was, she’s One More Thing & . . ….
The Big Questions
You know all those Big Questions? What is the purpose of life? Why were we put on this planet? What is reality?* What is the future of the universe?** All those huge searingly intense questions that philosophers*** have exercised their scintillating intellects over for hundreds of years? They’re barking up the wrong hypothesis. The real…