…In Between I Drink…
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
raftmaking Our streamside campsite. Clingmans Dome observation deck Somewhere between Tennessee and North Carolina. Morning at Cades Cove above and below Gatlinburg skylift Pigeon River White Water Guess Thunderhead, faster…
It’s that time of the year… (365 Day 313) I pulled out the garish/cold weather/workout/straight jacket/compression/ shirts to get motivated. I love to be outdoors, but I hate being cold….
This may not appear to be much progress on my Tops, Tanks, and Tees Knitalong but I’m pleased that I’m finished with most of one sleeve. It’s an…
Finishing School, by Katie Canavan, was full of finishing techniques, yet, somehow, really fun. And I truly hate finishing. Finishing causes migraines and mood swings. But everything was just clicking along…
With this 365 I thought I’d take the chance to say a word about mothering my daughter at the age of 15: purifying. Like a vat of molten precious metal…
Had that cabbage in the garden so I thought I’d try an old fashioned sounding recipe from this book: Corned Beef and Cabbage. I could tell my son was grossed…