Light blogging today, waiting for the plumber.
I would like to thank St Anthony, my Guardian Angel, and any other involved intercessors for an enormous favor this afternoon: preserving my purse from disappearing when I stupidly left it behind in a shopping cart in the parking garage of the Big Bullseye Box Store. I discovered it missing when I pulled into the… Continue reading I would like to thank
Maybe we should permalink this.Rubbermaid Sippy Bottles Replacement Straws
The Ballade of Liquid Refreshment (by E.C. Bentley)Last night we started with some dry vermouth; Some ancient sherry with a golden glow; Then many flagons of the soul of fruit Such as Burgundian vineyards only grow; A bottle each of port was not de trop; And then old brandy till the east was pink –… Continue reading The Ballade of Liquid Refreshment
More on the Patrick O’Brian books… I think one of the saddest things about our society is how many human skills seem to be atrophying. We see the men and women of the nineteenth century driving horses, playing music, writing letters, putting on impromptu plays and dabbling in poetry, keeping journals about the wildlife in… Continue reading More on the Patrick O’Brian
…a grand work of literary companionship, a savvy guide that nudged me to look in all sorts of unlikely directions. Over and over, the novels seemed to chide me gently for my timidity, my lack of civility and my inability to sometimes look more closely at the meaning of things…. A nice essay on the… Continue reading …a grand work of literary
Hambet was rearranging the furniture in the kitchen today and accidentally knocked his high chair down the stairs. I took it as a hint. So this afternoon off to the Big Giraffe Emporium to buy a booster chair. We’ll give it a test run for supper.
Back to the routine Weekends should be longer. We mostly spent ours celebrating my dear husband’s birthday. My husband loves driving around aimlessly in the country, so we did just that. Passed through New Market, Maryland, which bills itself as Maryland’s antiques capital. He had a used bookstore in mind, but it was closed, so… Continue reading Back to the routine Weekends