When the temperatures drop even slightly, my crew and I become hermits.  We want to sleep late, stay under the covers, hibernate.  It’s just so cozy at home.  Give us all the hot chocolate and thick novels and warm blankets.  It’s hard to get up and go anywhere.

But we do force ourselves out of the house from time to time.

This week we had appointments we couldn’t shift (believe me, we wanted to) and school to do and a theatre performance of Much Ado About Nothing to attend.





Here’s what is NOT funny.  Paul Blart.  Okay, sure.  This movie was out a while ago and it certainly doesn’t even look as if it has any intentions of being considered classic or incredibly meaningful.  But the big kids thought it looked funny so we figured it would be worth a go.

It was not worth a go.

The plot was – wait, what plot?

It was so bad it actually was funny, so maybe there was that.




I know I know – another entry about boots.

I’ve been hoarding my birthday money since July.

I’m thinking these boots might be how my birthday money is destined to be spent.



I have never heard of this brand – Oliberte.  Has anyone heard of this brand?

It’s not an American company and I like the info they have on their website about why and how and where they make these boots.  It feels a little risky but I think I’m ready to make the leap.

Somebody just say the word – tell me it’s okay – and I’ll click the next button to pay for the boots already waiting in my virtual cart.




I have two loaves of Apple Cinnamon Bread in the freezer now, a little early holiday baking.





I know his poetry can be sort of weird and that lots of people nether care for nor understand e.e. cummings.

Sometimes I neither understand nor care for certain of his poems myself.

But sometimes I love them.  Even the bits I don’t totally get.

I love this poem and I love our nearby state park of Jones Gap and I love that I feel better about pretty much everything everywhere when I am outside.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

— e.e. cummings





Why do they all have to get so grown up?