Archive for category Miscellaneous

With Invisible Friends Like This, Who Needs Enemies?

I think I am haunted. In another time and place, I would have been haunted. Today, I’m not sure. Am I haunted? Or do I just have a weird set of invisible friends? The first one appeared several years back. Just as I was falling asleep, someone called my name. Or more correctly, someone hissed […]

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The Thing I Made

I made a thing. It’s a hat. But it’s not just any hat.  It’s a Pussyhat. *  I crocheted it with my own little hands in a pretty Tunisian stitch.  I don’t know what the stitch is called.  I put the hook under the front bar, draw a loop through, yarn over and draw a […]

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Magic Markers

Oops, I almost forgot to write a post for this month.  Not surprising, though.  I kind of gave up on NaNoWriMo, too, after all the election mess plus my usual financial difficulties.  Too much.  Too much to think.  Too much to do.  Not enough spoons, not enough money, as ever. I can’t think of anything […]

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Yes, a Halloween Post (with Super Special Guest Star)

Only a week late putting on my costume, but after spending so much time on it, I had to show it off.  It’s not just gears and keys and Victoriana.  It’s got little personal touches all over it.  Do you recognize the fandoms?  Pictures first, then at the end, a list of all the little […]

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Not a Halloween post

Due to an unfortunate reaction to a flu vaccine, I didn’t finish the Halloween costume I’d intended to wear today.  Also I’m totally wiped out and don’t see any way to stuff myself into that heavy Steampunk mess. Not yet, anyway.  If I can manage between now and Christmas to get it finished and put […]

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A Little Bit Longer

Can’t we make this morning last a little longer? 2016 has been such a tough year, not just for me but for many people.  But today it’s Friday. I’m done working for the week; it’s the beginning of a 3-day weekend.  I got up this morning to a beautiful fall rain: cool but not cold.  […]

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It’s My Birthday and I’ll Gloat if I Want To

I think I’m finally getting used to living alone.  Gloating may not be the right word, but I don’t think celebrating is correct, either.  It’s an odd thing, living alone.  Sometimes I want to gloat; sometimes I feel guilty.  Women aren’t supposed to have things for themselves.  We do everything for someone else, from how […]

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