Waywardspirit has nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award. I gladly accept the nomination, if only to remind myself that I should try every day to make this "one lovely blog". There are rules for acceptance, which get me thinking all sorts of strange things, and wondering (waywardspirit's favourite word, even though she has others which... Continue Reading →
Caring is scary
The following is written as my contribution to Blog Action Day. The theme this year is "The Power of We". To register for Blog Action Day, you have to choose a category from available options for your blog. I chose "personal". So, personal it will be. It will also be brutally honest. You have... Continue Reading →
Sweeping for Jesus
I am an at-the-desk and sitting-up-straight-on-a-chair person. Always have been. I could never do homework on my bed. My laptop always sits on my desk, perched like some space-age typewriter. But today I am doing something I never normally do. I am sitting on our new sofa with my feet up, with my laptop on... Continue Reading →
The Paper Knife – Part I
There is nothing quite so satisfying as the tearing up of paper. One thing more satisfying than tearing up paper is the physical act of using a paper knife. The pleasure of using a letter opener was all bundled up in the excitement of receiving a letter in the post. I loved opening those envelopes... Continue Reading →
Nothing
I know what you are thinking. At least, I imagine that you do. I imagine you are thinking I have been lying on my new couch all night watching TV instead of blogging. This is not true. I was getting carried away with work. Two evenings of partial relaxation on the aforementioned piece of furniture... Continue Reading →
Butterflies have them
People think I can spell, but I cannot spell as well as all that. Innocuous as it may seem, I am currently beating myself up for not knowing that "inoculate" is spelt with one N. Thank goodness for red squiggly lines on the screen. The upside is that I discovered that "oculate" is not the... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 