Tag: friends

in which we talk about fraud and feelings

There’s a tenderloin going in the slow cooker, I have a marshmallow root salve bubbling on the double boiler, both dogs are gently snoring in various corners of the living room, and there is a good chunk of time between now and my next business call. FINALLY: a little time to myself. I’d thought this would be a quieter week,…

on Friendsmas, and a reply

This was Friendsmas: the Fire & Ice edition, in which our 2- 4 inch storm warning turned into 6- 10 inches in a matter of 45 minutes, in which Derek ran a shuttle service (complete with interior Christmas lights) to and from dedicated parking because there wasn’t enough at the house, in which there were at least three oven fires that I was aware of, and in which Bruce told a gnome story that actually made Teresa laugh. There was the biggest turducken ever, and six (SIX!) piecakens, which- if you haven’t had a piecaken yet, fix that now, please. Sam and I helped out with food the night before, and now that I know how to make piecaken, I can’t go back to just plain pie ever again.

in which I need to warn you: there are slugs in this post

I mean, it just seems like the polite thing to do: slugs give folks the willies, but I don’t want to surprise anyone, all— HEY, LOOK AT THESE SLUGS, because I don’t think that’s what anybody is coming here for, you know? I’ve got to talk to you about the leopard slugs, though. I really, really do. I mean, nobody…

on tardiness and better subjects

Everything is going to work out in the end. I keep telling myself that, because it is in the nature of things to be transient—as we are, ourselves, all transient. Everything changes, so when things are feeling crap I remind myself that hey, it can only be this way for so long, that the pendulum will swing the other way…

on MDS&W 2015 and friends who do good things

Maryland Sheep & Wool was a joy this year, and not just because I got time in with Shannon, Andi and Anna- although hey, also THAT, you know? Maryland turned it out in a serious way, though— anywhere from 75- 85 degrees and sunshine all weekend. I spent it in the CP booth, hoping for a rerun of the runaway sheep…

on my city and this horrible week, already

Oh, Baltimore. There aren’t words for what has happened here over the last week, most especially in the last 24 hours. I’m not really going to try, at least not right now. To everyone who has checked in with us, thank you so much. That was really sweet and we feel very loved for it. We’re safe; things are quiet…

in which we talk about breathing

  It’s been stressful, of course. Isn’t it always? Who doesn’t have stress? It’s a part of living. Me, I’m trying to get the studio ready for people. People, everybody. Like, John Q. Public levels of people. We’ve begun having Knit Nights, which are really just Craft Nights (I should start calling it that instead, maybe?) every Wednesday evening, which…

in which I want a great deal less

September has been good- a time to rest, clear my head. There’s been less travel- a trip to north for Parents’ Weekend (already, really?), but other than that, it’s been quiet. I’m grateful for the break, the lull before the madness of October- Boston, Rhinebeck (OMG, RHINEBECK!!!), all of it. October promises to be a joyful, colorful, but busy month.…

in which there is more than I can fit into these parameters right now

There has been a great deal happening, folks. Not writing, though. I think what has been happening is that there has been so much going on, I haven’t had time to process it enough to write it all out. I’ve got two posts in the hopper, but they aren’t quite ready for prime time. Already, this has turned into one…