Month: October 2007

When I was 23 and living in Boston, we had started thinking about getting a car in anticipation of our upcoming move to Pennsylvania. We had no money, but that never stops us, does it? We had credit cards and the promise of a well-paid job in the near future.  I searched the papers and… Continue reading My First Car

I got a message last night from my friend who lives in San Diego, saying ‘ so far, so good’ in the face of these phenomenal wild fires. She has sent me a few links to ways that she is keeping up with the news, not least, her local PBS station’s interactive Google map that… Continue reading San Diego Fires

I was grumpy today. The world outside was blustery too, so when K came home from work, I slammed some food in the oven for the boys and put on my under-used trainers and sports bra and went out for a stomp. Promising to be out for only half an hour, I was favoured with… Continue reading Stompy

Here’s an article (or an introduction, at least) that made me time-warp back to my first few years in America. It’s about cliche and formal writing. The author above, had the wit to realise that he/she shouldn’t take for granted that people in an international audience would get what s./he was talking about when they… Continue reading Cliche City

Adding to my store of Dr Who-related crafts, I offer: the dalek pumpkin (not mine, but it tickled my fancy). Love the fact that they’ve switched in kitchen implements instead of bathroom ones!

On Wednesday, Kev was sitting out at lunch, and people, dressed in summer clothes, were complaining about the heat beating down from the October sun. On Wednesday night and Thursday morning we had thunderstorms. On Thursday evening I put a coat and mittens on Gregor as we took a walk around the block. Fall fell.… Continue reading Seasonal Adjustment

We haven’t had any rain in almost a month, but today the wind is picking up and the clouds are gathering, allowing shafts of sunlight to burst through in a very Classical manner. The air smells odd, as if … as if God were eating a Fisherman’s Friend.