Making Lemonade

Too tired to even root out a picture, quote, or link to share. Good night.

I still haven’t been eaten by a dinosaur. And how are you?

A few nights ago, Acorn requested “silly songs” as we drove home. I thought “18 Wheels on a Big Rig” might amuse him.
I was rewarded with the purest of laughter, a new way to delight my boy, and an earworm that just won’t die. The part where you count in Roman numerals is [...]

I chose to vote early specifically so that Acorn could go with me: I thought it would be a good chance to talk with him about how our government works. “We’re going to go vote for who we want to run our government,” I told him.
“Who will win?” he asked.
“We don’t know who will [...]

Where I am sitting: The bed. My desk is small, and thus gets cluttered easily. Also, the chair is filled with wool.
What is around me: Pillows and blankets, obviously. The laptop, ditto. Camera. Camera memory cards newly denuded of data. Card reader.
Books. Books from various continuing education classes, [...]

Today, I had a hit to my site from someone searching for “little boys in girlish clothes.”  Please pass the mental floss.

Monkey or giraffe?
Giraffe, please. Acorn fills the monkey slot in our household neatly, what with all the jumping about. Besides, I was once bitten on the eye by a monkey, and I’m still mad at it.
Wood fireplace or gas fireplace?
Wood. Do I look like a dinosaur killer to you?
Jump off a cliff [...]

Poke. Poke.
“Acorn, quit poking the cat with your baton.”
“I not poking her. I teaching her. I helping her learn.”
“Oh, really? What are you teaching the cat?”
There passes a long moment filled with frantically rolled eyes, a twisted mouth, and several “um”s. At last, he comes up with an answer he [...]

Lately, I’m loving shopping. No, not going to the mall and browsing. I’ve always hated that (except on certain rare occasions in good company). And certainly not buying things.
But I’ve been looking at the unsolicited catalogs that come in the mail and the random web sites that are having a Big Sale.  [...]

Every time I check my Gmail account these days, the notice at the very top of the screen catches my eye.  It says, in bold red letters, “New!  Bigger attachments.”   And every time, I glance around for the “mark as spam” button, because really: bolded red text, with exclamation marks, and the word “bigger?”  Where [...]