Zooming puppy Every morning, I take my nutjob puppy (she just turned two, so she’s not exactly a puppy anymore, except she’s a lab mix, so she’s 100% nutjob) out back to get her some exercise. I used to take her for a run, but I’m a slow old lady and scared of running on… Continue reading The value of space
Wellllllll. I don't know. I seem to hit a point in the summer where I'm like "I've got nothing to say and a lot of weeds to pull, so I'm done with this blog 4EVA." But today I decided I wanted to look up my net worth and try to figure it out, and it… Continue reading Not giving up. ENW June 2020 – $59,375.
A Sunday post? I mean, okay, literally nobody in the entire world has any idea what they are doing these days. Unprecedented times and all. I haven’t been writing on my regular schedule, mostly because I don’t even know what a regular schedule is anymore. Our days remain structured - bedtime is the same, nutjob… Continue reading Unprecedented times
Somebody asked in a Facebook group, as somebody always does this time of year, how much money people make on their gardens. There is a widespread romantic belief (I used to hold it) that with a raised bed and a little bit of work, you can feed your family for a summer. Six years in,… Continue reading Growing cash
I woke up this morning and, as is my wont (and everybody else’s wont, too), had my screen in front of my face before my eyes were even really ready to focus. I clicked on my freelance dashboard, and to my surprise, saw that I had a job due in 39 minutes. It shouldn’t have… Continue reading Planning for the unplannable
I mean it’s the weirdest month ever but let’s cling to our schedule to feel normal, k? It’s the 15th, so it’s time to check in on freelancing. My current goal, generally, is $4500 a month. I upped that a bit because MIL is out of work - shooting for $4800. There were some changes… Continue reading Mid-month freelance check-in – $2276.
On Friday, the first person from my county died from coronavirus. He was also the first person from my relatively small, insular town. He was 47, with three kids that used to go to the school my three kids go to. I didn’t know him, mostly because his kids are a decade and a half… Continue reading Close to home
A few days ago, my friend texted me a question. A couple of minutes later, another text, and another a bit later. And then an accusation, because I wasn’t answering: “you’re in the garden, aren’t you.” I was. Like pretty much everyone, it seems, I am focusing a lot on my garden right now. This… Continue reading One blade of grass at a time
I am not a shopper, typically. I don’t care about or have purses, I have one pair of shoes for each circumstance (one pair of winter boots, one pair of rain boots, one pair of tennis shoes, one pair of work boots, one pair of dressy shoes, one pair of flip flops), some of which… Continue reading Shopping as self-medication
Last year, from about October to January, Viv kept insisting that I forgot Easter. That we just hadn’t done anything. This is absurd, because I have favorite local Easter egg hunts (we did several), for the first time ever we had nearby family and we went and stayed at their house where we opened Easter… Continue reading Easter in isolation