Things related to that reality thing people are always going on about.
So after writing most of a blog post about how using my flight manual is changing my life, I sort of forgot about the post for a week—well, mostly I just kept putting off rounding it up and trying to make it more coherent. This is called Life, in which we take two steps forward […]
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I have (had) no idea. One zucchini seedling just started shriveling, one of its two first leaves (that aren’t actually leaves, I know) and then the other. Now it’s gone. And then one of its littermates followed. Fine. Be that way. I’ll just plant MORE. In fact, I planted three. Research tells me the culprit
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I’m gearing up, friends. It’s March. It’s raining. Right now, it’s raining! It hasn’t done that since…well, we’ve probably gotten a few drops here and there in the last three months, but I don’t think we’ve had real rain. And I’m trying to tell myself that the government sending me $1400 is not a good
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This weekend I rearranged my room. Well, I put a bookcase up, and rearranged my bookcases. Though I ran out of time and didn’t really get done. Anyway. Would you like to know how you anchor a tall bookcase? Like this. You start the Wheel of Time, book fourteen, on the bottom right, and go
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You know that thing where you decide your family needs a thing and you will stop at nothing to get it? It’s definitely a strong urge, especially this time of year. No, I didn’t bite anyone. I can’t believe you would ask that. (I can totally understand your asking that.) Well, this weekend I decided
Yesterday the kid and I were supposed to take a road trip to a state park we’ve never visited, just to have a look and hopefully a swim (with every intention of staying in the car if it wasn’t possible to keep a safe distance from people) but she woke up too anxious to even
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For most of my adult life, I lived like that—$20 and half a gallon of gas away from the edge. Sometimes I had a little more margin for error, a few times there was a lot less room to misstep. I’m not ashamed of that. A lot of people live there; I was in very good company. But it’s one thing when you have a variable-hours, minimum-wage job, a disabled husband and a small child. It’s something else when you have a decent job but just can’t figure out how the heck to stop living on that edge. When you have more money and less responsibility (disabled husband having passed on, child having grown beyond the need for paid child care,) you should be able to pull out of debt and make progress, right?