surface illusions… real infrastructure We’re having our dining room floor joists replaced. It’s an interesting process here in the Lowcountry, where most homes have a crawl space instead of a basement. Our house is from the mid-60s. It sits on a brick foundation which sits on a concrete footing, and underneath the house itself is… Continue reading from within
and why is his “day” one big drunk? I grew up in New England, 2 hours north of Boston, a city I have always thought of as divided equally among Irish, Italians and blue blood brahmans (the old Beacon Hill aristocracy). Once a year, on the Feast Day of St. Patrick, March 17th, everyone in… Continue reading who was St. Patrick?
to save our souls…. My husband is a musician and a lifelong music historian, so we listen to a lot of it, mostly rock. He’s also a night owl, and watches YouTube pretty much exclusively. He always did that, but he used to do it at his desk, on his computer. Now he watches on… Continue reading music!
and their cumulative effects At my age, the joke about “getting old is not for sissies” has just become a mantra used for comic relief. Getting old is NOT for sissies. Things may slow down, and you may be fortunate enough to have a plan in place… …but that doesn’t stop the challenges. Even transhumanism… Continue reading lifestyle choices
about the Trudeaus Perhaps we should call them the Trudeaux. LOL Look, I wouldn’t have given a flying fart about Justin Trudeau except that he’s turned into a full blown communist and he’s nominally in charge of the great big country to our north. We used to think of Canada as a sort of USA… Continue reading let’s get snarky
has a whole new meaning I’ve always thought it would be interesting to be a long haul trucker. It seemed like the perfect independent job. You pick up something one place and drive it across America (or Canada or Europe) and drop it off. You carry your lodging with you, and you’re your own boss,… Continue reading keep on truckin’
it’s when you think yours doesn’t stink In our house we have shorthand for this. We call it “ship/lighthouse.” It goes like this. A ship is headed into port and sees another light in the opening of the harbor. The ship radios for that vessel to move out of the way. It gets no response… Continue reading word of the day is hubris
depending on what we call home…. The old carol says “I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.” I am home for Christmas. I’m usually home for Christmas these days, but that wasn’t always the case. And what I called “home” wasn’t always easy to define. Especially during my globe-circling years. But home… Continue reading “I’ll be home for Christmas…”
not necessarily “carols” I know a thing or two about Christmas carols. I am one, after all. “Carol” originally meant “joyful song,” and also was originally a “circle dance.” I learned the dance part from an historical novel, because they kept referring to the heroine being asked to “dance to the carols.” I thought that… Continue reading Christmas songs
My husband doesn’t think in images, or if he does, they involve engineering diagrams. Right now I am painting a Christmas gift for him, a large canvas of a river cabin that he’s seen on the Combahee. It’s an iconic Lowcountry image, the river cabin with a porch out over the water. Like the long… Continue reading thinking in images