Monday, July 30, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Hens-a-poppin'!
My hens and chicks have run amok. Normally, they look like this.
But suddenly, they're doing this.
What's up with that? And they're clearly not done yet; check the one on the right.
I think they're desperately trying to spread their DNA before the thyme smothers them. Note to self: may be time to trim the thyme?
Sue, any idea if thyme is one of those plants that poisons anything that tries to grow near it?
But suddenly, they're doing this.
What's up with that? And they're clearly not done yet; check the one on the right.
I think they're desperately trying to spread their DNA before the thyme smothers them. Note to self: may be time to trim the thyme?
Sue, any idea if thyme is one of those plants that poisons anything that tries to grow near it?
Friday, July 06, 2007
About Me #3
If I eat meat too quickly, I get the hiccups. Any animal flesh will do it.
(...Why isn't it spelled hiccoughs any more?)
(...Why isn't it spelled hiccoughs any more?)
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Yes, but...
This is truly thrillingly lovely, but it requires one to have a huge screen and speakers on at all times and to pay attention to it more or less continuously. Some of us have lives out of doors, Mr. Eno!!
About Me #2
I spend a lot of time trying not to give in to despair. The creature some have called The Black Dog dogs me. I vaccillate between self-aggrandizement and self-loathing; I don't seem to have a "medium" setting: I'm a fucking goddess or I'm filth. I'm a genius or I'm decaying and deluded. When I'm sane, I recognize that I'm a normal, middling human creature with normal, middling ills and fortunes. This middlingness irks me; I want to be special. I despise my vainglory in wanting it. I'm also convinced I'll die prematurely of some stupid, self-inflicted, patently avoidable ill, and that nothing I do can possibly matter or last.
This black dog of mine frightens small children and strong men. Except my fella, bless him, who just rolls his eyes and reminds me that tomorrow I'll believe I'm a goddess.
So I will. Mañana, then!
This black dog of mine frightens small children and strong men. Except my fella, bless him, who just rolls his eyes and reminds me that tomorrow I'll believe I'm a goddess.
So I will. Mañana, then!