Category Archives: Musings

My mom is a one-woman NGO.  She packs lunches and hands them out through her car window to panhandlers on street corners, she makes and donates quilts, and she started, a few years back, making boxes for Operation Christmas Child.  … Continue reading →

One of the things that’s nice about being away, is that it gives you a new view of where you are. After being delighted in a Dublin bookstore over the “before the movie there was a book” sign, I happened … Continue reading →

Well, dang. The sun was just here. I’m blaming Farmerteen, who woke up on the wrong side of the bed (apparently the side that’s against the WALL), and whose Gloomy Gus, pouty puss went outside, and chased the sun away. … Continue reading →

We (not personally, the region) lost a lot of buildings this winter during the snows that fell from December right into January. This is our neighbor’s barn, which was NOT one we expected to fall. There were a surprising number … Continue reading →

This little house in in the woods off Bigelow Gulch between Theirman and Florida. You can’t see from this shot, but it’s two or three stories tall. It’s got a lot of windows, and is like a Mad Hatter cottage. … Continue reading →

I haven’t got a personal letter in ages. To be fair, I haven’t sent one, either. I’ve decided to leave Facebook, and to write an actual, paper, snail mail letter to anyone who sends me their addy. A few summers … Continue reading →

There are so many places in Dublin where you start around a way, only to find that there are walls and locked gates around the other side of the building, that it became pathetically funny everytime Michael chose a route … Continue reading →

Because of a technical error, I have no pictures of James Joyce’s tower by the sea, the Dublin bay, or any of the pretty tropical plants from the beginning of our bus tour.  (Also, a really funny sign about picking … Continue reading →

Do you know there’s palm trees growing in Dublin? I didn’t. Seriously. Palm trees. Outside. Like you’re in Hollywood or Orlando. It’s almost freakish. The Emerald Isle is moist and temperate and hosts all kinds of non-native species that are … Continue reading →

So we’re headed to Ireland by way of London, but the booking guy (frequent flyer tickets–a begger-chooser issue) takes us into Heathrow and out of London City. Heathrow is on the west end of London. London City is on the … Continue reading →