That’s not a metaphor, strictly speaking. I did actually spend the greater part of yesterday and some of Saturday cleaning storm windows in my mother’s house. But I think it could be a great metaphor. The house is old, and creaky, and the porch wood has warped with the constant leaks and floods. We wrestled …
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Dedication to Brighid: ritual debrief
I do a few things quite well. One is writing. I’m a good writer. I also make really excellent hashbrowns. And I do a good ritual (with some — ok, half, but with edits — of the parts borrowed from this one here). I was distracted and scattered before the ritual. I wasn’t paying attention, …
The Detangling of Yarn
I just spent half an hour detangling some seriously knotted yarn. Yarn detangling isn’t boring; it’s just tedious. It’s interesting to note just how tangled your yarn is, and wonder at how you got it to be so tangled – but that interest wanes quickly, and then you detangle your yarn while thinking I don’t …