Monthly Archives: July 2006

Today I finally got an iron skillet, one seasoned for decades. This was my Nonnie’s. I cannot wait to make some cornbread. Which makes me think of the brilliant short film The Accountant, in which the accountant laments the slow … Continue reading →

I’m very happy about it, as you can see. I took a break to go to Sweet Boy’s place to feed kitties and koi and his guinea hens. It’s true. All work and no play makes Courtney even duller. I … Continue reading →

So I didn’t build a chicken coop Sunday. I did think about it. And I got these materials scraped together. This might could be a wall? I bought a saw. This can be the trim (I know how to decorate … Continue reading →

Now that I’ve gotten your attention with the title, I will disappoint with a picture of a flower, which I think is called a naked lady, based on conversations overheard at a Master Gardener meeting in either Fort Smith, Arkansas, … Continue reading →

I’m a narcissist magnet. Not just your run-of-the-mill self-centered jerk, but men with full-on Narcissistic Personality Disorder. It’s a difficult disorder to explain, but this site does a good job, though it is a LOT of information. Essentially someone with … Continue reading →

I was going to wait until the year passed, see how migration affected avian flu, but a friend’s chicken has a brood of twelve and they need a home, so it looks like I’ll be having my own hens in … Continue reading →

Cows Old pump Assassin bug on a magnolia cone Blueberries

So no decent pictures of seeing Packway Handle Band at Farm with a huge group of friends. No decent pictures of lunch at A Taste of India today in honor of Carrie‘s birthday. And no pictures of the Microfiction and … Continue reading →

My house is a disaster. Instead of facing the piles and lists and dust bunnies, I run away every weekend to stay at a much nicer house. So far this technique has worked very well for me (except for the … Continue reading →

Here are a few more pictures from Independence Day, Savannah style. There are actually quite a few pictures of me, for a change, thanks to John and Sarah. Here we go tubing. To me, tubing has always meant sitting in … Continue reading →