Day 296 of Project 365: Cheechaw the spider.


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.

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I named her “Cheechaw” for no particular reason at all except that I call most wee sweet creatures “Cheechaw”. It’s a generic term of endearment which probably originated from Lindsay Bluth’s chicken dance.

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid listen to NFL people talk about NFL things.

Day 295 of Project 365: Today’s smile.


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.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid turn the pages of the book he’s reading.❤

Day 294 of Project 365: Unicorns and villains.


After a long, exhausting day, I was delighted to return home to fun things in the post. This wee picture of Black Jack Randall in “Outlander” was the one that gave me a much-needed laugh, though. My sharky friend knows that my favorite part of that series is Tobias Menzies’ portrayal of Frank Randall / Black Jack Randall, so she sent me a photo, which I tucked away in my notebook next to my Portland unicorn sticker.

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I can’t stop cracking up whenever I see it. It’s like I have a school photo of Black Jack in my Trapper Keeper.😄

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the tumble-dryer.

Day 293 of Project 365: This nasty woman votes.


I largely avoid discussing politics here. It’s a conscious choice to keep this space clear of incontinent trolls who cannot help but spew ill-reasoned bile all over any corner of the Internet that grabs their attention.

But tonight, during the final presidential debate, the Republican nominee for President of the United States called Hillary Clinton “such a nasty woman.” This misogynist name-caller considers himself qualified to hold the highest political office in America, to confer and collaborate with other world leaders, to help decide the fate of the planet. I won’t even get into the rest of this person’s problematic behavior; you read the news, so you know already. I am aghast at the mental hoops someone must jump through to justify voting for someone who is simply unable to keep his petty little opinion to himself on national television.

I hesitate to jump on meme bandwagons, but this one spoke to me. And this nasty woman votes.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: nothing. Just … nothing.