Another week and another opportunity to Share Your World! As I said last week, link it up with the original poster, but link it up with me, too! I want to see what your answers would be!
What is your favorite comfort snack food?
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
Another week and another opportunity to Share Your World! As I said last week, link it up with the original poster, but link it up with me, too! I want to see what your answers would be!
What is your favorite comfort snack food?
She was living the dream.
I was so jealous of her, y’all. She was so cool, and living the dream, like, my dream house. It was small, at least in terms of square footage, but was built on the edge of the lake/side of a deep hill, so it was, like, three stories tall with extensive decks and flower beds going on the side of the hill, so you do a lot of your living outside.
This woman was an artist and gardner, and we could see pumpkins and squash and tomatoes and huge tall sunflowers, among other annuals and perennials. So cool.
She was living the dream. Maybe that’s not my dream. Or maybe living the dream isn’t something we should aspire to?
I didn’t think my dream was this. I thought my dream was research. Brookings. But maybe not. Maybe “living the dream” is just living a good life.
What do you think? Are you living the dream? What does that look like?
Question of the Day: You’re stranded on a deserted island with a TV, five movies, and five complete TV series. Which ones do you bring, and why?
Over on The Daily Post page, there used to be a daily prompt of a question or scenario that would challenge us to think about something.
I didn’t remember until reading this prompt, walking across a Munich square eating a baked and honey saturated pastry that a girl from Nancy, France recommended. In my memory it was sort of like a Mexican churros and sort of like Indian gulab jamen. I never had it again, and I didn’t learn the German name, but so good.
I love statistics. I actually love all math, when I can understand it. I love (and hate) how rigid it is. All the guess work is taken out: if I put certain numbers in x, y, and z, I will get the same result every. time. Not like when working with people. Ugh. People suck.
I used to have a recipe box of index cards filled with quotes I liked. I’m having tremembering them now, but there are a couple I can think of.
My advice for new bloggers: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery – in moderation. Don’t copy their text without credit, obvs, but if you like how someone’s layout looks, use it! In fact, look at a bunch of blogs to see what kind of style looks good to you, and copy it!

Whenever I see myself in a photo or video, or when I hear my voice on a recording, I’m surprised. I don’t look or sound like I think I do, so both of them are jarring and, frankly, unpleasant.
At the Ren Fair, my character spins yarns – either stories, real wool carding and spinning, or knitting.
We encounter and enter our richest, most humanly defining experiences by way of a tear in the fabric of things, because we are running late, or because we recognize, across a crowded room, a face whose lack of perfection allows a unique light to shine through and to stir us with uncommon wonder. – Eugene Kennedy

Doing this allowed me to travel back in time, figuratively, and imagine if that were my daily life. I could feel the linen on my shoulders and scratch my neck, and smell the dank tufts of sheep’s wool.
Travel theme chosen by Where’s My Backpack?