I want to offer a special thanks to my friends who were concerned about my not blogging. It’s what I needed. I suffer from chronic depression. Sometimes pretty much okay, sometimes pretty much not okay, sometimes pretty horrible. If, as Frank Herbert wrote, fear is the mind-killer, then depression is the life eater. Depression eats…
Both of my sisters are really good cooks. The kind of cooks who can make everything from scratch. The kind of cooks who can make a meal out of whatever is at hand in the kitchen. That is so not me. I can cook – as in I can follow a recipe. I can even…
That’s MY tunes, not iTunes. I have a really big collection of CDs (as does my husband); but I’m not as good as he is in actually pulling them out and listening to them. Plus, I am mainly unmotivated to buy new CDs, unless I am supporting a friend. So, how do I listen to…
Anybody need/want a curly scarf? For as long as I have been seeing these things, I have been intrigued by curly/frilly scarves. When I was at BayCon (our local science fiction convention) last year, I went to a crafting workshop to learn how to do amigurami, and while waiting for the workshop to start, the…
What the ocean was like. What the ocean felt like to me. I learned a big lesson on my recent vacation – the ocean is no place for a fat old lady’s ass. The waves were a little stronger than usual, but I waded out anyhow. I was fine until one extra fierce wave hit…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 