Dogs Are Lucky They Don’t Read

This morning, my blind dog went in the back bedroom. He doesn’t usually go in there, but I could hear his toenails tapping on the wood tiles. I knew what he was doing. He was walking around and around and around in circles. When he first started circling, it bothered me. I was afraid. I […]

, ,

1 Comment

Marching 101: a Simple Explanation

People have had a couple days to figure out the women’s marches that took place on Saturday.  But from what I read on the internet, some of you still “don’t get it”.  Some people have trouble learning things and need a bit of help.  Let me try to help you understand.  In simple terms: what […]

1 Comment

Women’s March: Why I March

UPDATE (1/22/17): What a wonderful day it was!  An incredible turnout of marchers, all over the world!  A couple of pics:   And this! Check out the Disability March page.  – – – – – original post: I am marching today in the Women’s March on Washington DC – along with sister marches in […]

, , , ,

Leave a comment

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 […]

, , ,

Leave a comment

First One for 2017

New Year’s Resolutions: 1. Don’t. 2.  Never forget not to. * — * Resolutions are quoted but original author unknown.  Know who said it?  Please let me know in a comment.

Leave a comment

Last One for 2016

People are making lists of good things that happened in 2016, although at this point it seems kind of like telling a lupus patient “at least it’s not cancer”.  But c’est la vie.  I’ll give it a shot.  Surely something positive must have happened this year. The new turtle got along fine with the old […]

Leave a comment

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 […]

Leave a comment