I am in here.
Have you ever wanted to write, just for the sake of feeling the words come out of your hands and onto the paper or the screen? That’s how I feel now. My foot (in its plastic and Velcro enclosure, I think of it as a separate entity) and I have not ventured out yet today. … Continue reading words words words
In reading The Golden Compass, I’m remembering why so many so-called “adult” books bore me: very little happens in them, and even when it does, it’s hard to care about the characters it happens to. In this book, much happens, and I care about all the people, some of whom I don’t even like. I … Continue reading Newtonian physics in real life, good books, and a cat.
My son and husband busily get ready to climb Kilimanjaro in March, which seems to be about a month away. My son gets ready by going over his gear, and heading over to Climb Time regularly for practice. My husband gets ready by sitting in his office going through the mail, and wondering which boots … Continue reading Kilimanjaro
Today it’s official: the sap in the trees begins to flow again. Tu B’Shevat starts at sundown, which will be hard to detect with the cloud cover as thick as it is. The ice melts. The cats demand attention. The rain falls and the coffee maker works again. The books get read and the poems … Continue reading Tu B'Shevat
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