Category Archives: REALITY

I snuck in my purchase last night after class, and just unboxed my new toy this morning:  a paper trimmer. I haven’t shown it to Jim yet, he worries so.  He’s hidden my Black & Decker electric chainsaw, but with … Continue reading → Continue reading →

They promise a sunny sixty degrees today.  It is too early to tell if it will come to pass.  I must work in the shop very early, then slip out for a meeting, then return to frame, print and ignore … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Five am is light already.  Big changes over the weekend.  He still needs headlights to start out, but the destination sees the day.  Quiet this morning, overcast still from the pounding rains.  The birds aren’t sure there’s much to sing … Continue reading → Continue reading →

No snow, but rain and rain and rain.  To melt the remnant snow of winter, to seek the bulbs and roots beneath the earth and nudge them to explode in shoots and blooms. A back to almost normal week.  Classes, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Old traditions are modified by generations, each fingerprinted by the hands that pass them down.  A little change, a twist on recipes written in a fading delicate script on fragile paper.  She’ll never know, we say, that we did not … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Happy, healthy, blessed Easter to one and all.  Remember a Man who did suffer and die for what He believed in, and for us all. Continue reading →

Am almost too tired to write.  Am body weary from a couple of ten-hour days standing in the shop.  Still have so much to do before Tuesday, and then from there on through the next week.  Some framing, but mostly … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Why pay full price for Peeps before Easter when you just poke holes in the cellophane anyway so they get hard and stale like you like them? I still have almost all of my Easter "bonnets" from my church-going days.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I know that I should, but I’m not going to color eggs this year.  Without the family for dinner here, I’m the only one that eats them,though I will hard-boil some for baszcht (the milk/vinegar/kielbasi water soup with zypki [dried … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Another four a.m. Thursday.  My head is uncovered, I am kissed and hear a whisper, "You don’t have to get up yet.  Where are my boots?" Men cannot find things.  Women can.  I suggest a couple places to look then … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I have a very expensive pair of wirecutters for my framing.  They cut wire wonderfully well, and fingers too. Starting to look like Christmas around here rather than Easter.  Gave myself the proverbial kick to get hoppin’ on framing because … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Even in the black of early morning, spring is told by chirps and calls that cut the stillness like a knife to split the seasons, and reveal a morning treat complete with daffodil frosting. Continue reading →

Uh-oh.  Gotta get my head screwed back on straight.  The next three weeks are going to be Hell Weeks.  Writing, editing, printing, sending deadlines are all on top of me at once.  It’s no wonder that I forgot to bring … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Boy, I fiddled with the screen settings on this laptop and quadrupled the vibrancy and clarity.  Now Spinning is a warmer, deeper, darker place to be–for me anyway. I love it. Continue reading →

Big sister’s down in D.C., nervous because the surgeon mentioned cancer tests after my niece’s successful operation to drain an abscess off her brain.  But I think that’s only standard procedure, and they have to decide as well what antibiotics … Continue reading → Continue reading →