Tag: change

on possibility and perspective

I had one of those weird moments this week in which I was so completely misunderstood, I thought maybe my brain might be misfiring. It happens every so often; there will be break somewhere between my mind and my mouth and I’ll intend to say one thing but something completely different will be what actually comes out. So, for example, the other…

Aaaaagh, I'm not good at attachment either some days, but seriously, I like space more than I like stuff.

in which there are infinite possibilities

So that thing I said about posting more destash early last week: what I meant to say was middle of this week, really. I’ve had this pile set aside all week, I just couldn’t get around to snapping pictures; I’d have time, but it would only be in the evening, or I’d have afternoon time, but I’m a tool and…

in which Rhinebeck is magic, but we already knew that

Rhinebeck was the weekend before last, and it was glorious, folks. Sam and I went as civilians this year, our first time ever; we’d only gone as vendors before, which means we’d never really properly seen the show. We rented a house with our friends at Cooperative Press (with bonus Stefanie!) again- sort of a Rhinebeck tradition at this point,…

on crossing out of strange lands

  Kiddo has been home for a little over six weeks now, and it’s begun to feel normal, which is wonderful and also strange. We’re a year into this college thing now, and it seems designed to keep everyone slightly off- kilter, which is not as unpleasant as that might sound. When she first left it was so disconcerting; there…

on faith and change

My new neurologist drinks Diet Mountain Dew. I’ve latched on to this like a sneak peek into his humanity: I like my doctors to be people, and this seems like a throwback to med school study sessions, or possibly secret, epic tabletop gaming sessions— absolutely a possibility, as he’s also only slightly older than I am, and slightly odd, as…