Remember when I was looking for a beloved childhood book last week? I found it! Or at least, fabulous friends and relations found it for me. In fact, within a handful of hours of my post, a librarian friend, Pussreboots, had found out with magic librarian skills that I was likely looking for the fourth … More I found the Big Red Book!
I grew up camping with my family. In hot weather, we slept outdoors in the yard, and a handful of weekends every year, we camped somewhere near where I lived, in the oaks or pines, and swam or hiked. My kid and I love sharing nature, I want to camp and hike with him, I … More scouting for all – including me?
Tonight’s bedtime stories included Bruce McMillan‘s Going On a Whale Watch, which led to opening the laptop to find pictures of blue whales in comparison to other living things, which led to searches on what they ate (I was pretty sure the largest animal ever on Earth ate tiny krill, and was right) but because … More a life of discovery is sometimes coproriffic
When I was little, 1970ish, we had a volume I remember calling just “the big red book.” It was maybe, in my child-scaled memory, 2” thick and maybe 9″x12” or a bit smaller tall and wide. I never saw a paper cover for it, I remember it as plain red cloth bound. Inside were short … More Please help me find the big red book.
I’ve got a small list in my brain, and on pinterest, a board, called “blog inspiration,” ideas that I want to write about here and queue up so I’m not posting five things on one day and nothing for a month at a time. Sometimes it’s easier to think and write, sometimes not. I’m distracted … More the whole “whole person” thing.
Today, Owen is vegging with DanTDM and new comic books, and I’ve just crawled back into bed with the laptop and a cup of coffee and Casey is either taking sick leave or is working from home with a massive migraine and this is how we roll. https://www.flickr.com/photos/42614915@N00/24555034262 Yesterday we had (kid-shaped) friends over and … More downtime
For most of the past 15 years of RA, I’ve been one of those, “No, I don’t even understand why people think weather affects RA” people. I get that it does, that some people really do get worse when pressure drops or storms move in. But folks assumed I was that way, and I just … More I am Mary’s barometer