Tea is a salve when trouble brews... and I've got good and bad news. If you recognize the post title, you're on the ball. It's a re-post. That's the bad news. The good news is, I've done an overhaul of my entire blog. It happened in a roundabout way and turned me upside down for… Continue reading Creators, Not Victims
Tag: simple joys
ASMR & a Mop
Over a bowl of saucy pasta I tell my fellow diner that the late Bob Ross is apparently an accidental ASMR star: his quiet, soporific voice paints bliss on the canvas of overwrought, stressed souls. My companion blurts past a mouthful of spaghetti, eyes wide, What do YOU know about ASMR? WHY do you know… Continue reading ASMR & a Mop
Dove Tales
The babies have dark-dot eyes. One has its fluffy backside to me. The other stares down at my face with steady curiosity, an unblinking interest. Poops are sliding down the pillar. Oh dear. How messy is this going to get? Stop talking to the babies, Ma says my smiling youngest son as he comes down… Continue reading Dove Tales
Green Mean
I’ve pensioned off a few of my “bouncer plants” (aka weeds), and I feel bad about it. Faced with a section of dead ground as hard as cement, so compacted gardening implements twanged in terror, I adopted a rehabilitation program that requires a thick skin. The only plant willing to root in the aforementioned barren,… Continue reading Green Mean
Brrrrr! Shower Power
This morning I had a cold shower. Slowly put bits and pieces of myself under the water. I gasped, my heart lurched, and I thought "I'm too old for this. If I peg now, the medics will get an eyeful of parts of me I don't want them to see, parts they don't want to… Continue reading Brrrrr! Shower Power
A Bit of Weed
Nothing like a bit of weed to cheer oneself up. I've been giving all the plants in my garden sidelong glances, thinking Can I eat you? Not because I'm high. I've never smoked a plant, but I darn well intend doing so before I die. I better hurry up then hey. I suspect no one… Continue reading A Bit of Weed
