I am in here.
I spend my evening watching mysteries on television — Poirot, preceded by another Poirot, and a Sherlock Holmes. I spent my afternoon working on my mystery book (work left over from the last nanowrimo contest, but not abandoned by any means). What is it about murder mysteries that fascinates me so (me and many others)? … Continue reading Murder mysteries tonight
So Peter and I were downstairs in the basement last night, playing a few friendly mother-son hands of poker. “Hey Mom,” he said, “isn’t this great? I mean, we’re not watching television…” “Yeah,” I agree with him and smile. “…being corrupted by all of those commercials…” “—” At least I brought him up with a … Continue reading Motherhood and poker
These mathematicians have too much time on their hands. Oh, yeah.
I sit in the Pearl Street Starbuck’s here in Boulder, with a handy T-Mobile Hotspot of which to take advantage. (Yes, we must have perfect grammar, mustn’t we? We must.) (Okay, enough of that!) I sit in a warm purple velvet armchair in front of the fireplace with fake logs that nobody’s lit yet. The … Continue reading Morning in Boulder
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