On Friday at lunch, the group (sans Mike) was sharing “found money” stories, and Anja told one about a friend who found 250k in a briefcase on the bus. Turned out to be an old guy’s life savings and the friend received 25k as a reward. I said when I found money, I went to the supermarket and bought peanut butter for the charity box. I felt stupid ( Read more... )

If, By Chance, You Read This Poem

This poem is for you.
Yes, you.
So don’t read any more if you don’t want to know.
Remember that time you helped me out?
I never forgot that.
And that thing I gave you?
Because I love you.
That time I didn’t smile
And kind of, sort of, actually did run away?
Because I couldn’t tell you.
But if this world keeps on turning
And ( Read more... )

I'd like to sell some BPAL oils that didn't work for me. See bottom of post for terms.

Full Bottles:
Alone $14
Carnivale Revisited $16
Fortunato $15
Ligeia $15
Montresor $15
Salamander $18
Stardust $14
Usher $15

LE Imps $4Numb ($2.50 ( Read more... )

When we moved here three months ago, I planted six raspberry canes, two blueberry bushes, and a rosebush. The pruned limbs of the Atlas cedar fell and crushed the raspberries. I think some of the canes will survive for a crop next year ( Read more... )

Today, a glorious day of sun, with the gentle buzz of chainsaws lulling The Doughnut to sleep ( Read more... )

Table Talk ( Read more... )

Chocolate rabbits didn't cross my mind. I didn't buy an extra dozen eggs to dye. I don't miss ritual events in my life. I remember how important they were in schooltime; the skeleton of symbology brought every event into being. Kids don't get tired of orange turkeys, pink bunnies, reindeer with red knob noses.

I'm putting the Namiki Falcon up on eBay on Saturday. It's quite a relief to send it to a new home. I feel uncomfortable having pens I don't intend to use. A sense of bad management of resources. I'm working up to selling the Van Gogh Vanilla as well. It's a beauty but the Delta Dolce Vita makes me smile, so if I'm going to use a big, modern pen, ( Read more... )

The gorgeous Wahl desk pen with its ultra-mega-gorgeous nib was perhaps not quite so recently resacked as the seller claimed. It began to give me an inky finger so I rolled up a bit of tissue and pushed it into the tulip and, alas, struck ink. I rinsed the pen and put it away and brought out my trusty Sheaffer, lacking in gorgeousness but a nice ( Read more... )

Mom just called to tell me Great-Uncle Frank died yesterday. He was 92. I had replied to his very sad Christmas card and was about to send him another letter. Mom had recently spoken to him on the phone and said he was sounding more cheerful and was improving. I guess you never have as much time as you think. I hope he enjoyed the letters I sent ( Read more... )