Month: February 2018
It’s been, I think, three weeks since I moved into the new bedroom. Going on a month, maybe. I love that room. I love it not only because it means the end to major structural work. Not only because the house is so much cozier now with all those airleaks filled (and there were many). I love it not only because it has that giant, accidental closet. Those are good, practical reasons. But there’s another dimension. I love it because it’s serene. It’s dark and quiet. I never hear my neighbor going to work at 3:45 in his big Dodge…
6 CommentsThis morning on the estuary. It was 33 degrees but placid and sunny, turning the simple understructure of the pier into something complex and eye-bending. I would have loved to stay there enjoying the beauty and avoiding work. But we had a freezing rain last night. Everything that wasn’t madly drippy was still crunchy. No sitting and relaxing; just walking. I should remember to bring a sheet of plastic to town on days like this so I can sit on the waterfront benches. Then again, days like today are so rare I don’t think about that. —– Since the Parkland…
15 CommentsJust checking in to ensure that the blog and comments are still working for everybody after some fixes this morning. I got an email from Freedom Feen MWD, warning me that, on the Chrome browser at least, all HTTP sites will soon be labeled “insecure” — which, he notes, is a good development. But which will also discourage people from visiting those sites. I thought both the blog and ClairesCabal.com were set up for HTTPS. But while the Cabal was properly showing that “s” in its address line, not so with the blog. Turned out we had a twofold problem.…
19 CommentsThis is the view this morning from my bedroom door into the screen porch and beyond. It’s not unusual to get snow here. It’s also not unusual to get none. It’s been nearly two years since our last, so this was sweet. It’s supposed to snow all morning, then resume in the afternoon after an brief period of rain. (A snow day! The little boys next door are gonna have a blast.) I love this room. I love this spot on this planet. I love ferns bowed down with snow and snow clinging to screens and stone walls. I love…
11 CommentsI have been ordered to It was gently suggested by a friend that in the wake of the giant bedroom project and the midst of finishing up writing a book with Kit Perez that I not plunge directly into anything creatively demanding. In other words: “Waste some time; it’ll recharge your creative batteries.” Lazy though I am, I’m very poor at free-form relaxation. I natter on about how I’d love to sit on a beach in Tahiti sipping a mai tai while Tuki Brando fans me with a palm frond. But truth is, I wouldn’t enjoy that a bit.* I…
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