Month: August 2016

Ghosts and Salt

"Who ya gonna call? Ghost busters!" The afternoon was miserable. I locked myself out -- all the way out. I was bloody and sweaty and cranky and yucky and clammy and cold. I had no phone, no contacts, no keys. And I was starving. I said to myself, "I need today to be tomorrow, so … Continue reading Ghosts and Salt

God only knows…

God only knows…

Laundry, Magic and Toxicity: I re-watched Outlander last night: Season one, part one, disc one, episode one, scene one. It's really the best episode. Just brilliant. I'd love to go behind the scenes on some of my favourite movies, to see all the pieces and how they fit together, kind of a whirl-wind tour, not … Continue reading God only knows…

Toasty much?

It's really freaking warm in here! I'm scared to have a shower, because I think a few minutes naked in ice-water won't have much lasting benefit in the current clime, and to have such short relief only to be back to boiling in under 10 minutes seems like cruel and unnecessary punishment. I'm drinking water … Continue reading Toasty much?

(3) ‘To be alone…’

This series inspired by the sense of well-being brought on through knowing my dog is loved, Mom's pork satay with yams and fresh tomatoes, homemade milkshakes, peanut butter toast, late night dinners and wide open spaces filled with warm light, singing along to Hozier's To be alone at full volume after a long day of work and travel, … Continue reading (3) ‘To be alone…’