Monthly Archive: May 2020

24
May
2020

TIME KEEPS ON SLIPPIN’ SLIPPIN’ SLIPPIN’

“We’re in a time machine…you and I, right now. It’s stuck in one gear and it’s slow as hell, but it works. It’s bringing us into the future.”* That’s a line I just passed in a book I am reading and it struck me quite hard. I read a lot of science fiction and fantasy, and I love stories about time travel, and all the different ways that different authors handle the idea of time travel; what the possibilities are, what it might MEAN, how it would work or not work. But this is the first time I’ve read something...

21
May
2020

SQUEEZY

You’d think with all this extra time on my hands that I’d write more. Our vegetable garden is sprouting! The potatoes are shooting up and the snap peas have made an appearance. The two artichoke plants are hanging in there but I am not sure if they are thriving. We’ve had unseasonably cold weather all week and lots of drizzly mist-rain but it cleared up yesterday and got nice and today is summer-hot. It’s not even noon and the thermometer says 18.6 C. I’m planning to get the kohlrabi, carrots and tomatoes into the ground/pots by tomorrow. Today is a...

10
May
2020

FALLING DOWN IN SPRING WHEN EVERYTHING ELSE IS RISING UP

It’s Mother’s day in America, but not here. Though Karin did remember and said happy mother’s day to me this morning, which was nice. She also weeded the front garden beds and went with me to the garden nursery where a ridiculous amount of people were unclear on the concept of social distancing. We bought some pretty-leafed plants to add/replace ones in the front. One had been smothered by grass and then eaten by dandelions and the others were to fill the spaces between hostas which are taking a long time to fill the spaces themselves. Anders has been outside...

03
May
2020

OH HAI

Someone is reading this blog and gently reminded me of that fact, letting me know that she checks in daily and to my horror but no real surprise I see that I haven’t posted anything since the middle of April. And now it’s the beginning of May. My will to write has been sapped by reality: I’m not really DOING anything other than working and laying around the house and cleaning and laundry and reading, and apparently I am no Emily Dickinson. I’m not even watching anything right now, as I finished the series I was watching and have yet...

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