Category: general

Penelope, over at Lopie’s Journal, posted a wonderful bit about laughter the other day and I just went back and read the comments and fell in love with people all over the place. Penelope’s question was “[If your laugh was captured in a jar], What would your laugh look like?” Here are some of the answers: …bright red and twirl around in a small circle and then burst like a firecracker. …composed of precisely one hundred and three twinkly little firefly bums burning bright pink that explode all at once in one wheezy, high pitched HEE. Sometimes the firefly bum...

The wind is playing games, whizzing and buzzing the treetops. Everything rattles and whistles when you go outside. The kids and I walked through sunshine and birdsong and windful flurries to the nursery and bought a flat of pansies and ivy and 2 big bags of dirt. On the way home, we stopped at the playground with the new playground equipment where Martin showed me how quickly he can pump up to speed on the swings and Karin sold me a cinnamon bun made of brown sand and white gravel. It looked like cinnamon and sugar, minus the bun. I...

Boo hoo hoo, no tapas tonight. 🙁 No delicately crunchy, perfectly cooked and straightened* shrimp scampi with pesto creme. No tender marinated sweetly fragrant artichoke hearts lovingly wrapped with prosciutto. No ooey gooey rich and creamy potato and cream souffle smothered in melted gouda cheese with mouthwatering chunks of bacon. *drool* sigh But it’s just as well, since I can’t really afford to go out to dinner AND pay a babysitter when I’m supposed to be trying to save money to go to the States this summer. I’m starting to have a hard time with saying “going home” when I...

It’s sunning outside. The sun is coming down like crazy! It’s a sunstorm!! And where am I? Am I out in the sun? NO, I am NOT out in the sun. I am sad because I am not out in the sun. I am sad. Sad I am. The sun is so out, in fact, that it has bleached the edges of the sky. It’s blue at the top and white around the bottom…like a sky left out in the…sun. Okay, that went nowhere. Made me giggle though. Words/Phrases We Should All Use More Often: gonzo, fat lip, spork (or...

The new issue of Mosaic Minds is up, full of great articles, stories and poems for you! The masthead was my design: it’s a scanned photograph of a little glittery feather that jes6ica sent me in a crafty chica swap. I happen to love the theme this month: Winging It, which is not always how I behave or live my life, but it’s a kind of daring that I admire and wish I had more courage for sometimes.

I guessed purrthecat‘s person, so it’s my turn again. After this, I have to get back to work!! Okay, I’m thinking of someone. Yes or no questions only, please! 😀 EDITED TO ADD: Once again, purrthecat pounds the competition by guessing correctly that the person I had in mind was Olga Korbut! Thank you all for playing! Now GET BACK TO WORK! hahaha 😀

Okay, I’m thinking of someone. Remember, yes or no questions only. 😀 WE HAVE A WINNER, LADIES & GENTLEMEN! Thank you for playing! purrthecat correctly guessed Aslan! It’s purrthecat‘s turn, go to her journal if you want to play again. 😀

Sometimes it’s very hard to resist ascribing human motivations and emotions to the weather. Plus it makes for such great metaphors. 🙂 This morning, Flyinge was blanketed with fog. The newly sprung green grass had a coating of frost. Everything was grey and white and opalescent. Driving through Flyinge and up the hill toward Lund, Father Sun was obviously trying to pull the blanket off, opening curtains, singing “Oh what a beautiful morning!” while the fog grumbled and tried to pull the covers up over its head. Then, as I crested the hill and came out of the fog, I...