Dear Diary, Not so much with the sunrise counting anymore.  The weather has been really really hot.  The stick-fighting got under way and I tried not to miss it all that much, and that seemed to work.  The heat probably helped convince me that abandoning my more martial hobby was a good idea, what with […]

Dear Diary, I finished my class prep for Early Period Arts and Sciences Day next week.  This one’s a killer: How to Be a Bad-Ass Bard in Three Easy StepsStep One: Be F’ing BrilliantStep Two: Be Really CharismaticStep Three: Work Your Ass OffIt worked for Etaine, it worked for Anubh, and it apparently works for […]

Dear Diary, The queens are dead.  Long live the Queen (o’ da Bog).  I am no longer covered in bees, though I am likely to continue murdering yellow jackets for at least the next two weeks.  Every day or so, assume that I’m lighting the ground on fire.  Ahem: “GROUND’S ON FIIIIIRE.” Today I set […]

I finished my Red Tail Hawk Socks.  I finished the fifth Season of the Sopranos.  I’m temporarily done with the laundry, the catbox is clean, I’m pages away from the end of Bury Me Standing.  I’m pretty much convinced that we already had the 2005 Potomac Celtic Festival, though I can barely believe it, which […]

During my trip to Maryland’s western shore, I learned that my friends and I can really go crazy with some glue and wire and pretty paper.  I did this on one cover: And this on the other: And then handed the book over to the masses of lasses, and picked up their books.  It was […]

Me, I’m just back from the beach, er shore, er river, uh St. George island, which is a little tiny island in the Potomac Delta in St. Mary’s County Maryland.  Here, at the end of the island, in this giant cottage: Except that shortly after this picture was taken a couple of years ago, that […]

Some things are lovely: And some things are charming: And some things are downright quizzical Until you figure out how to look at them and how they need changing. I felted the first knitting machine created swatch, and I fell in love with it.  It makes me think of this chunk of Patrick Kavanagh poetry: […]