Tag Archives: musings of the amusing muse
For several weeks I have had lofty goals of writing for the blog. Admittedly, I allowed myself to get distracted and pulled in to doing other tasks, both the unpaid labor of house-and-yard work and the paid things of content … Continue reading
For several weeks now I’ve had the saying “The squeaky wheel gets the grease,” repeating in my head. Thankfully, this has not been a non-stop repetition but more of a random thought-bubble intruding into my mental dialogue. A curiosity, if … Continue reading
I put the binders away. I cleaned up my desk. Recycled the scratch paper. Then, I finished reading the textbook I had to return. The semester had ended and as I was clearing out the detritus from the semester, I … Continue reading
Goats are wasteful with their hay. Despite building “little waste” mangers, the girls still pull out and ignore just as much hay as they eat. Then, though there are piles of hay that they turn into fluffy beds, they insist … Continue reading
What a time to be alive!! A pandemic AND an attempted coup d’etat. I felt like my brain was full of ideas earlier this week, while I was at work of course, and then January 6th happened. As I write … Continue reading
The other week I noticed that there are a lot of people online who seem to poo-poo everything and anything anyone else happens to like. You like pepperoni? NO! Sausage is better. You like the color blue? NO! Red is … Continue reading
Being challenged is a good thing. If everything is easy and requires no real effort on our part, we aren’t challenged and we aren’t really learning anything and that means we aren’t growing.
The other week there was a new comic published by The Oatmeal that discussed creativity. I love the way Matthew Inman illustrates and explains various concepts, from philosophic to red velvet mites, and his thoughts on creativity were like a … Continue reading
Strange days, these. We are fine here, and thus far none of our household has shown any signs of infection from Covid-19. However, we are all resigned that at some point, we will likely be infected.
“Have you been practicing?” I dreaded that question. Much like confession when I was in grade school where I didn’t have anything to confess, I knew full well that responding, “No,” was not the correct answer.