Her body is a temple, or at least a one-story detached….

Katherine spent yesterday contemplating the insides of things. K: What does it look like inside a car? Messy. Lots of wires. Big hunks of metal and pipes. Where does the gas go? Into the gas tank. How do we put it there? With the pump at the gas station. How does it come out again?…

Random things I’ve found out about my mp3 player

This will sound completely strange to many people, but I’ve only had an mp3 player for three months. It was a Christmas present and one about which I dithered for some time. I wanted something small, not terribly expensive (very important), easy-to-use and of reasonable sound quality. I also wanted something with a replaceable battery…

Today’s very odd playlist

On the mp3 player today…. The Pogues – Fairy Tale of New York Five For Fighting – 100 Years Jann Arden – Good Mother Gordon Lightfoot – Wherefore and Why The Beatles – Here Comes the Sun Chris de Burg – I’m Going Home Fleetwood Mac – Landslide Wet, wet, wet – Love is all…

Feast or Famine

Some days there is really nothing worth blogging about. Lately, a lot of my days have been like that. Things are happening, work is getting done, but none of it has been of particular noteworthiness. Now, suddenly, I find that have plenty on which to write; work in progress that is finally at the point…

Able to leap tall contradictions in a single bound

So it’s supper time.John won’t be home until 8:30pm or thereabouts. I’m in survival mode and am relying on a bath to kill the last hour or so before bedtime. Katherine is sitting at the kitchen table, before a plate of whole wheat spaghetti and Parmesan (her choice supper). Three bites later….. K: I’m done…