OK, I probably didn’t have to put the word, ovenable, in quotation marks. It is a word, as words go, however, I have never heard it before. Yes, I have a Shorter Oxford English Dictionary and it is, sad to say, not in it. Well, it’s an old edition. I actually found the word “ovenable” […]
I am always amazed at the energy generated by warmer weather and longer days. When it’s cold and dark, I have very little desire to get things done. However, as soon as the snow melts and the days lengthen I have the enthusiasm to “do a million things at once.” As I have said before,
….. OK every once in a while the cosmos delivers a week of pure Joy! Maybe it’s a dividend for months of Winter’s hardship or maybe it’s just a random numbers “thing” – you know the more you hang in there the more you get. I’m not sure what the rationale is or if there
My name is not Blanche and I am not a character in a Tennessee Williams’ play. I’ll reserve comment on the author’s chosen name later. However, I am a person in need of help from time to time, because I struggle, as many of us do, to: 1. Pay the bills. 2. Do the right
….I wrote about Snowdrop Joy a few posts ago. I think it was late February or early Match and it was about one very brave Snowdrop. I now have masses…OK….lots of Snowdrops up in the garden. If tomorrow is a good day, I’ll try to rake the leaves around the patches and give them some
After a week of chaos, I now have a new dining room ceiling. It’s been painted, as have the walls to the wainscotting. The furniture is back in place and every inch of the room has been scrubbed clean. I also decluttered as I went, so I now have a box of odds and ends
I’m in chaos right now – 1. The dinning room is in the living room. 2. My bedroom is covered in drop sheets. 3. The spare room is full of bedding etc. from the other rooms. OK, I could ask the cat to move over, but his bed is a bit small. I had not
Some weeks there is nothing, as far as Joy is concerned – well almost nothing. I still have to get used to the idea that waking up in the morning should be an act of pure Joy. The last week of February, for example, was the week from Hell. However, I must have found some
….what is there about tragedy, misery and general dismay that makes us start to “sort things out?” I know everyone has their preferred method of dealing with s**t. Please fill me in. I need more “ammo” for the arsenal of handling a**holes. Generally, I cope with the nastiness life throws at me, by burying myself
OK, I will write about Joy next Sunday, because I know it will ultimately be a Joyful week. In the meantime, I have to add to the balance. For every spoonful of Joy there is a tablespoon of misery. Today: 1. My website developed an error – Well, some Malware idiot tampered with the code
