Did you get caught up in the Barbenheimer craze? Did you watch Barbie on the big screen? Did you spend the three hours on Oppenheimer? Did you mortgage a kidney to pay for snacks? For me, the answers are yes, no, and no. I have a cinema loyalty card – I get discounted eats. I’d planned to see both, perhaps even on the same day … Continue reading I love the movies – an off-the-cuff joint.
I’m planning a garage sale. For real this time. It had better be for real – half the garage is already full of crap – sorry, gently used treasures – looking for a new home. Do I have to provide shopping bags or wrapping for breakables? Do I have to make change? It’s been a long time since I’ve had a garage sale, mostly because … Continue reading Things you’ll see at the garage sale, kitchen edition.
I don’t remember a time I didn’t write. The “I don’t remember a time” introduction is one of my favourite clichés: I wonder if everyone else is also exaggerating? I remember when journalling wasn’t a thing I did, and what’s my style of writing but edited journalling, to greater or lesser degrees. I have a box full of filled notebooks now, but I remember the … Continue reading When the road’s a mystery, an off-the-cuff joint.
I read Steven Covey’s “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People” when I was at university. Not as coursework. Instead of coursework. I did that quite often. It’s a big world with lots of books. I loved it. I’m fond of the self-improvement genre, and he had a lot of good ideas. I wanted to implement them all and be effective in my life, but … Continue reading Happiness is lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 