Over the past two days I've had three different conversations about my life in Scotland. By the time I got in my car to drive home, I was deeply homesick for it, mostly the friends and coworkers I miss, but also mundane bits like Christmas Eve in Waitrose, random herds of curious horses, learning how to ride... Continue Reading →

This is Cheechaw, our house spider. She sits serenely above us all and eats all of the nasty bugs that come around. I love her. I had to get up on a step-stool to take this photo and even then I had to lift my arms way above my head. I named her "Cheechaw" for... Continue Reading →

Today's smile started when I picked FunkyPlaid up from the airport this morning and it hasn't been far from my face since. FunkyPlaid even managed to decorate a little for Halloween! I'm so glad he's home. Work and exhaustion are solid distractions from my loneliness, but life is so much better when he's around. Writing... Continue Reading →

Tomorrow a dear friend arrives for a weekend visit and I am so excited! My study is also the guest-room, so the daybed also serves as the auxiliary clothing surface where I toss outfits that don't pass bleary-eyed muster each workday morning. Now the daybed is cleared off, freshly laundered, and (since Zen doesn't jump up there anymore) fur-free. Writing from: a cozy guest-room in Portland,... Continue Reading →

The heatwave dissipated quickly, leaving behind the merest hint of autumn in the air. A few rainy days in a row were enough to wrangle me into heartier outerwear, and as I attempted to shove a wee bag of blueberries into one of my jacket pockets, my fingers caught on a couple of pieces of paper. I... Continue Reading →

There are pretty lights in the corner of FunkyPlaid's study. I haven't really decorated my space yet, but I am looking forward to it. Today it has been 147 days since we left Scotland, not that I'm counting. (Of course I'm counting. I count everything.) That's nearly five months. I say "nearly five months" but... Continue Reading →

Today's 100-degree heat today did not foil our plans to plant our herb garden. I am hopeful that I will be able to keep these herbs alive long enough to cook with them, a skill that eluded me in Scotland.  Writing from: the game room, which is the only decently cool room in the house... Continue Reading →

As the dusk bugs swarmed our bare necks, we ate pizza and salad on the front porch. The conversation drifted lazily between topics, carried by the slight breeze. Small side-tables we had acquired a country ago, a lifetime ago, were jumbled with paper boxes and purple plates. It's good to be home, I thought, in that moment... Continue Reading →

There's something going on in Iowa right now, I think. Is anyone running on the "improve Cygnoir's immune system" ticket? I could use it. FunkyPlaid, too, has succumbed to the creeping crud. We're having a quiet evening together, he with his puzzle of various beiges, and me with my notebook. I'm not kidding about the... Continue Reading →

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