Leaning tower of books

Still growing the book stack. Still taking pictures of it. Still posting about the number of books I haven’t read lately. Still boring you to yawns. You know, here’s one good thing about this blog being so boring. When I find a comment in my spam filter praising its content and promising to check it […]

Birdie Slushies

We’re having a brief interregnum of snow days today, a warm (as in above freezing), drippy, rainy grey day that softened the snow enough to let me knock down the ice dome that was capping the birds’ water dish.

Sniffle

That cold I was worried about is coming on strong.

Still plugging away

Not much to report on the writing front, except to note that yesterday, I was getting the feeling that I was due for another rejection. One of my stories came through on that front this morning, and I sent it right back out again. I like to think that expecting a rejection made it easier […]

Icicle season

It’s icicle season. And amazing color of blue sky season. Look up! And dodge falling ice.

Re: The Age of Wonder

We tend to think of the impact of science on society as something that happened recently, or at least as a 20th century phenomenon. The Age of Wonder, by Richard Holmes reminds us of how many themes and issues date back at least to the turn of the 19th century. You read about the exotic […]

The book stack is back

This is actually half the stack of books I might read. The other half are on their way. You may note that one is them is called Why Choose This Book? Indeed, why did I choose any of them?

The best cup of tea

After a long day of shoveling show, going to the dentist, shopping for two different kinds of groceries, and picking up library books, I could really use a cup of tea. But first tea had to be brewed, a husband’s offer to brew tea gratefully accepted, purchases put away, a cat let out, and finally […]

A blizzard of birds

Along with today’s blizzards, a bunch of juncos showed up! The snow piled up so high, some of the birds were hopping about right under the kitchen window. Most of them hung out in the bushes, or suddenly burst into flight, or one by one swooped down to the feeders. The birds even pecked at […]

What have I got?

Naught.