Can’t talk: watching curling! I am writing during commercial breaks.  Running up and down the steps over and over again so you, Gentle Reader, don’t think I’ve fallen off the planet.  Really, I’ve fallen into a long-awaited winter.  An Olympic Winter, no less.  I’m absolutely chuffed.  It snowed!  It finally snowed! Kayo needs snow.  And […]

I started sweeping up around here, and noticed I petered out pretty early in the 100 things process, so here’s some more. First 17 18-35 . . . 36. As do most forms of discrimination. 37. I studied debate techniques when I was in school, and grew into an award-winning speaker. 38. On more than […]

So, getting back to normal here at the Mean-Skuta Manse.  And for us, “normal” needs a prefix. Somehow I accidentally agreed to be in a calendar (fully dressed, get your minds out of the gutter) some friends are putting together.  I’m normally pretty camera shy, having experienced both a shutterbug step-Dad and, well, stalking ( […]

Apart from the whole car accident and its attendant drama, this is what we’ve been up to round here. First, Scott gave me an amazing present: If I remember correctly, he gave it to me on the Solstice.  But I could be eliding dates, because my brain is still a bit scrambled.  That, my lovelies, […]

I have utterly failed in making sure I send personal thanks to all of you, but I just wanted to pop in and say that Scott and I really appreciate all of your kindness.  It means so much to know so many people are thinking of us.  Thank you all.  Scott starts physical therapy today.  […]

I’ve been off-line for a bit.  Some woman (I know her name, but won’t post it, of course) ran a red light and t-boned my husband’s car on the 29th.   She was going at least 45 miles per hour, ran a red light, and didn’t even bother to touch the brakes.  She is about five […]

We’re all Scath all the time here.  Scath rhymes with "goth" by the way, and it’s the Irish for Shadow.  Scathach was a warrior woman who trained CuChulainn, but, well, Scathach is a girl’s name.  Here he is in his little tree, which is in my studio, right behind my sewing machine.  We hang out […]

I kinda got. . . distracted.  (Some of you heard Ani DiFranco in your head just now, didn’t you?  Gosh I hope so.  If not, go listen to Living in Clip.  Trust me. It’s good for you. ) I’ve been eating poetry.  And boy is my plate full.  I am now juggling a fiction-less reading […]