Tag: urban homestead
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Puppies and Potatoes
Sitting here with the scrappiest little puppy you ever saw, Miss Molly. No more than 7 weeks old, weighs practically nothing. She’s a rescue who has been through some stuff. Her coat is patchy and her skin flaky. But she is the cutest, sweetest thing. She arrived Saturday and thanks to my friend J. we had…
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Getting Back to the Good Life
Now that graduation is done, we are moving on into summer. I spent this morning trying to get the kitchen fully back to its pre-party state–throwing away the food that didn’t get eaten, cleaning, putting away platters and other special dishes. All this past week we ate leftovers (soooo much lunchmeat) or takeout, laying low,…
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A Couple Hundred in the Future
I was off June 18-20, giving me a five-day weekend, and it was glorious. Just to sit a little longer with my cup of coffee and let my mind wander. To doodle on a piece of paper and then to putter around the house. I remember being much younger and asking my boss what he…
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Moons and Junes and Ferris Wheels
Yesterday Tom, F and I took part in the No Kings March. It felt good to do something and be surrounded by like-minded folks. But I wish there was more I could do. It does seem now that the president has realized that deporting all the people who grow our food is dumb (duh), so……
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Sew Exciting
Yesterday was muggy, unbearably muggy. After a while I fled to my room and put the air on, rather than cool the downstairs, since no one was there. In my room, I got my winter and summer clothes fully switched out, and then decided to (finally) do some mending. It was like reverse winter, cozied…
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Life in the ’20s
Taking a second to plug what I wrote a few years ago, Edith, Emma and Me. From time to time I think about self-publishing it on Amazon, or reworking it as a long essay with a bit of a different focus. I also have thought about writing something fictional based on some of what I…
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Maybe I’m Not Mad Anymore?
I think some of the anger that’s been propelling me along these past couple months has fizzled out. Maybe it’s harder to be angry when the weather is nice and everything’s green. Maybe I just couldn’t stay mad forever. I still think the president is a malevolent moron and I’m worried about the rest of…
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Got Thrips?
The garden path is finished, and I weedwhacked out front. If I can weedwhack the back this evening, everything will look pretty nice and neat, for one hot second! I’ve been picking lettuce to use here and there to use on sandwiches, etc. One morning I picked sage and oregano and dried it in the…
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Zero Debt and Staying That Way
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Feverfew or Mugwort?
Garden State of Mind 