Okay… I’ve given up. Maybe one day every single thing will be unpacked and put away… but strategy right now for the wedding is... Read More
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… on signs and flamingos, but mostly signs
It all started with a pink, plastic bird – one of those ones with funky metal sticks for legs, so you can stand them... Read More
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… on touching dreams
So… you know we moved to Maine. Well… I know I know I moved to Maine. No… it’s not the boxes still unpacked in my bedroom... Read More
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… on delayed processing
Get coffee… or wine, then sit down. I’m just sayin’. There are jumbles everywhere in my life right now. Jumbles of books… or chords…... Read More
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… on drop offs (and drop outs) and pick ups
I’m not sure if that magnet, which sits above Gronk’s* gas tank filler upper door, is about Marshal Dillon Dingle, or about me. I... Read More
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… on nicknames lived up to
The Disposable Shack. Disposed. Well, not quite. But now I am thinking it was so unfair to refer to this wonderful home as the... Read More
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… on making sense of self
So… there’s this dress. I can’t tell you much about it because it’s a secret. Not being a member of the Wedding Tradeworkers Union,... Read More
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… on every man for himself
That is not a rat. It’s Tony Soprano, a made man on Southport Island. Tony is, in fact, a mink. An American one. I... Read More
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… on the rand cove monster
So… yesterday. One of the things that is hard to resist, even when I am yearning for more time under the covers, is the... Read More
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… on a wedding destiny-ation
When we were done restoring The Inn, our place that was an inn during the late 1800s and early 1900s but is not an... Read More
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… on being mocked
I am wondering if I get enough respect from the non-humans around the Dingle household. Blaze, as a royal, is a pretty entitled beast.... Read More
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… on the morning after
Well good mornin’! I got a few messages last night, letting me know people were with Marshal in his moment of profound disappointment that... Read More