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March 20, 2018

Training Mice ๐Ÿญ ๐Ÿญ ๐Ÿญ

A fourth Norโ€™easter is blowing toward us, and the day is gray. Yesterday I rearranged many of my branch-and-twig wattles that I like to make. The windfall of raw materials is abundant, and now a new snow blanket is forecast and our woodpile and twigpiles are secure and covered.

I have been luxuriating in the internet, learning about Cambridge Analyitca and deciding on how to make firestarters from dryer lint, toilet-paper rolls, and melted candle wax. Yesterday I made a mouse feeding station right outside our back door.

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March 16, 2018

Roughing It ๐Ÿ”ฅ

Penultimate snowfall.

You get a little shell-shocked when the power goes out unexpectedly, and since power is as subtle and as necessary as breathing, when it stops, it is always unexpected. Therefore, itโ€™s taken me a little while to again trust the powerful laptop I usually disappear into, wandering down long lanes of archaeological research, complete with color photos, or playing at movie fan sites packed with entire rooms full of like-minded chatterers, or just reading-reading-reading. Your trips into Computerland might vary, but they are probably just as mind-cradling.

So, hello again!

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February 23, 2018

All in the Family ๐Ÿ‘ฏ

Turkey tail mushrooms that I found in 2013.

Trametes versicolor. Turkey tail mushrooms that I found in 2013.

Just had a few magical days with my family. It was so much fun that I never for a second โ€“ not for a minute or even a passing thought โ€“ did I think to take a picture. We both carried our camera-phones with us constantly, and we each took a lot of photos โ€ฆ but they were mainly of mushrooms or moss. We sort of hiked in the rain, going uphill slowly and cutting a path through sweet but prickly raspberry tendrils. We found and freed a nice walking stick with a burly wood knot, and that was just one part of one day.

But the best part, for me, was gaining my daughterโ€™s approval for many projects that seemed, on the surface, to be sort of stupid. But no! My own child is mother to the woman โ€ฆ and if that makes any sense to you, you might also understand how the child can be father to the man. Nonetheless, today Iโ€™ve started in on a number of new and exciting tasks, involving rotary blades and boiling wool and worse.

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February 20, 2018

Holly Day! ๐ŸŽ‹

Holly in the mirror.

Holly in the mirror.

I havenโ€™t seen my daughter in a while and she is coming for a visit today! She lives on the opposite coast, and even though weโ€™re in almost constant electronic touch, itโ€™s not the same. When she was the age in the photo, she liked to give everyone a kiss, so we turned her toward her Mom-Momโ€™s mirror and she gave herself a kiss and her Pop Pop snapped a photo.

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February 14, 2018

I Love ๐Ÿ’– ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ’˜

A tiny piece of art from my Twitter friend @whiskeyradish.

A tiny piece of art from my Twitter friend @whiskeyradish.

I love Valentineโ€™s Day! My birthday has been survived, mortality prod that it is. Flowers and hearts! Two of my favorite things. Love my computer and everything on it. Love my life and everything in it. So on and so forth.

I donโ€™t know why I havenโ€™t been writing, but maybe now I will. I probably needed a resting phase, like all green shoots nestled under a snow blanket outside. Itโ€™s a gathering phase, a healing pause. Guilt is everywhere, of course, just like dust. I have learned to live with dust, and I occasionally like to attack it with a can of Spanish furniture spray from the dollar store. In some places, maids have to bring their own cleaning supplies, and if it were me, Iโ€™d buy the cheapest products with the loudest scents so The Lady would know I truly did my job.

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