Sitting in my livingroom, I hear the cat hissing. Investigation reveals this little guy, calmly sitting inside the kitchen door, scooping catfood into his mouth.To preserve whatever dignity the twice-as-large, cowardly cat had left, I closed the kitchen door.But how can you resist those eyes?
Archives for April 2008
We sit here, my laptop and I, at a small table in my local independent coffee shop, and try to look like those millionaires we’ve heard that run their empires on the free WiFi from such establishments. My coffee’s cold; I’ve squandered half my allotted time; and I only have an empty Inbox to show […]
My absolute favorite day of the week. Which is odd, considering that I probably do more work on this day than any other. For one thing, it’s tradition in our house to begin the day with a full English Breakfast, which takes an hour to prepare and twice as long to enjoy. (See the toast-rack […]
I have come to the conclusion that I have been brainwashed. Conditioned, if you will. Due to the date of my birth – which could either be considered as a random happenstance, or the result of a vast, intricate web of small organizational miracles synchronized by the Universe – I am a Libra. Actually, let […]
Perhaps announcing to the Universe and all Gentle Readers that I would post a blog entry every day for the rest of April was a little radical … If one spends the whole day hoping and waiting for something to happen than would constitute a decently entertaining/enlightening/not boring entry, then surely the whole thing is […]
When one owns this many make-a-million-dollars-in-a-month books, one gets to wonder why one’s bank account does not reflect said million. Surely, since I have actually read all of them, there should be several zeros behind the lone digit on my balance sheet. Or perhaps the lack of funds is in direct correlation to the number […]
When I originally published this piece, I had no idea who wrote it. Upon revisiting it today, I finally found a YouTube video that accredits Jeroldeen Asplund Edwards as the author. She has my thanks. The Daffodil Principle Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, ‘Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before […]