Day without Immigrants
In Which Your Humble Blogger is at home on the range.
Category: navel gazing
Communication, abbreviation, consternation
In Which Your Humble Blogger clapping hands tears of laughter computer mouse, bellhop poodle princess. Thinking face? One Hundred!
Holly but not jolly?
In Which Your Humble Blogger has decided to insist that they were always called ‘candy croziers’ until the War on Christmas made everything so damn’ PC.
A conversation about trees
In Which Your Humble Blogger addresses this particular plea for indulgence to those of our own time.
A Rhinebeck Day
In Which Your Humble Blogger might have added that it was a perfect Autumn day for a drive through leaves and rolling hills and all that stuff, which may have made a difference as well.
Fasting, Vows, Failing, Vows
In Which Your Humble Blogger muses over what it all means this year.
Thar she blows!
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unlikely to change the context, which is that of a grey-haired bow-tied library clerk peering through spectacles at a nineteen-year-old woman with ‘airmail’ written across her ass.
Trans and Drag
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks of it as masculine toast and masculine butter, ready for spreading by a masculine hand.
First Seven Jobs
Turn, turn, turnover, over, over
In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t talking about apple turnovers, although those are really good, even if most places seem to make them too large, but that’s OK because you can just share yours with me.