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Here it is, the last day of July and the final day of my blogging challenge. I feel relieved about not having the looming deadline every day. But I also feel just a little bit sad. Between journaling in the morning and blogging at night, writing book-ended my day. That has made me feel like …
On the second to the last day in this 31-day blog challenge to myself, I thought more about the concept of “fun.“ How do I know when I’m having fun? Because it’s what I do, I’ve researched what fun looks like, why it is that it feels unfamiliar to me. That is one of my …
I slept today until after 9:30 a.m.! I can’t believe my animals let me. After making coffee and doing the dishes, I had a spurt of energy. I made lentil mushroom and jasmine rice soup (with homemade stock), and prepared dough for sourdough sandwich bread, which will go into the oven tomorrow. Today’s batch of …
It’s been a busy week, and I’m glad to see the weekend arrive. So much drama everywhere. After work I went grocery shopping, to the tune of more than $220, thanks to needing pet food and treats, and litter, above and beyond food. Prices are just ridiculous, and the shelves aren’t full, even here and …
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On our virtual call this evening, my therapist asked what I do for fun. We’ve had this conversation before, but this time I felt a little … panicky is the best word I can think of for the feeling. Back in my college days, clowning around with my roommate Rachel. Maybe I was having fun? …
I’m not one for lacy things. Too girly. But tonight at our weekly “writing group” at the local brewery (more talking than writing), I learned about beer lace. My mug filled with Michigan IPA. I was drinking a mug of one of their craft beers, and my friend Victoria commented on the “lace” left behind. …
Today, as I’m moving toward the end of this writing challenge, I have nothing. Black-eyed susans As I considered what to write, I felt the pressure of “Oh god, I have to make this good and interesting for the reader.” My next thought was, “No, I don’t. I started this for me, to write whatever, …
No connection between this photo of a fungus called Dead Man’s Fingers, for obvious reasons, with this post. I just think they’re cool. (Those are Ainsley’s fingers holding the fungus.) I’m dragging. It was a long day at the office, then some work on a current side hustle. I just want to turn off the …
This small moth, about a half-inch long, was flying half-heartedly around the bathroom yesterday. I was unsuccessful in trapping it, but managed a photo. It had the prettiest, shiny, dark copper-colored top wings, which you can’t really see here. What I found. Today, I saw it again, caught it in a cup, and released it …
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