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Let's just say that the new month did not start as planned. I had put my Hive and HBD into savings but not only was my timing off, but yesterday was, well yesterday. I'll leave it at that. Anyhow, as they

I visit this "cat house" often, and yesterday claimed "squatters' rights" when there was a scheduled power outage in the village. Usually, within minutes of my occupying a chair, Bobcat

My week ended not at all like it began, and which was a continuation from the week before. It was dominated by work stuff and a difficult client who is not enjoying being ramped into the 21st Century.

I have, for a while - since March - been on about my reno project. In the process, I've fallen into the trap that I warn my clients about: my readers can't see into my head (mercifully). I've done that,

It's been a week, but better than the last two: two days' breather and then full steam ahead. The new window's in. With this step, the worst of the cutting and and hole-hacking is done. The only other

I can't believe that this time a week ago, I fled from inside my house. Not to bask in the lovely winter sun, but to get away from workmen and noise. I sat with my coffee and I knitted. Because I could

Sunday was not a fun day. It was cold, wet and, well, another adjective escapes me. It began dark and cold and remained mostly so: as a consequence of last Tuesday's work, the electricity went gone haywire.

When we bought The Sandbag House fourteen years ago, there was a void above the kitchen and dining areas on the south side of the house. And they had a ceiling. The approved plans showed that this was

I can't belive that I took, and uploaded these photos to post, more than a week ago. It feels like a month ago, and just yesterday. As I write, it's dark and the rain is pouring down. It's only just after

Not only is it that time of the month, but the next and final stages of The Sandbag House reno - as I write - has just begun. And for the fifth time in a row, I am powering up. RL continues to be, well,

It's hard to believe that today is the last day of the first half of the year. I kind of feel as though I'm in a slowly swirling vortex. Having started mostly normally, a winter storm descended mid-week.

Last week began slowly. Very slowly. Because I had a gathering of people around my table. To say that it was a healing communion would be an understatement. Less for me than for some of my guests. Suffice

It's baby steps that are often huge. A little while ago, I started attacking the shed. Sorting, cleaning, chucking and selling. Even giving... There is still a way to go, but yesterday's big little step

Last week began year three of widowhood. Weirdly, it was not the day that The Husband died that was the difficult one this year. Rather, it was five days prior. That day, his doctor sat me down and said

It's that time of the month. Again. And for the fourth time in a row, I am powering up. I am not sure, this month, whether I have posted more frequently. RL is jumping up and biting again...with the day

The work of converting - or claiming - a corner of the shed for my market "mess" began yesterday. Things and boxes not touched for millennia must be sorted sold, given away and/or disposed of.

This photograph popped up on my feed on one of the other social media sites. The oldest one. You know the one I'm talking about. It still freaks me out how people find one there. Despite maximum security

Anyone who browses through my posts over the last how many years - not months - will know that I make and sell marmalade. Quite a lot. I'll come back to this. I try to make and stockpile product during

To say that yesterday was Monday is stating the obvious. Somehow, though, Mondays seem to have a character of their own. Often infused with "hangovers" from the previous week. So, yesterday was

I love autumn but I hate winter, and over the last week, we've had a taste of the latter. Especially yesterday. For more than the last month, my Saturday has started in what feels like the dark, middle