Tag: pets

it’s not heavy metal, it’s punk rock

All right, enough about family dysfunction and on to something far more punk rock: I visited Still River Fiber Mill this afternoon to talk fiber processing rates/turnover times, to pick up some dyes for the upcoming Craftsy class, and for general tomfoolery purposes. I’ve been a fan of their heavy-metal-free Greener Shades dyes since they were introduced- they’re free of…

December, part two: the wrap-up

This is the time when I would generally be reflecting on the year past, but it just isn’t something I feel terribly inclined to do this year. I know what went down. Let’s not rehash the whole thing.

in which we have a guest

This week is all about hand- knit legwarmers, puppy sleep- overs, homemade apple pies (made from the spoils of last week’s orchard run, an annual fall tradition), giant calzones, and desperately waiting for piles of fiber to dry despite rainy days. I’ve got a pan of spices and apple peels simmering on the stove right now while we wait for Sam…

in which there is a list

I’ve been thinking of adding back my lists of Very Good Things on Fridays– something to finish up the week, a bit of reflection. I recently came across the notebook I used to keep the lists in- a gift from my friend Katey J- and I miss the practice. It keeps getting search hits so it’s obviously something I need to…

in which you get my weekend thoughts only somewhat edited, you lucky dogs

Random, scattered thoughts on dogs, people, movement, and bodies: A couple years back, I started taking this new medication, a night- time “muscle relaxer” called Requip. This isn’t actually a muscle relaxer: that’s just what it does for me. Requip is a non-ergoline dopamine agonist frequently used for Parkinson’s, RLS, and SSRI rebound syndrome. If you’re a neuro/ medical nerd,…

in which we are missing a small but significant friend

Emma left us suddenly this Sunday night. Sam and I came home from a late lunch with friends and she was panting like a dog, laying on her side on the kitchen floor, Barrett curled up beside her. Kiddo had texted us when we were on our way home to say she was worried, and we knew as soon as…