We are exhausted in the best way possible. We’ve been working our butts off to install a fence around a large section of our backyard. As it turns out, Hank is Houdini reincarnated, so he’s not interested in staying confined, even if it’s a VERY LARGE SECTION OF BACKYARD! Dude has places to be, evidently,… Continue reading
A New Adventure Begins
This historic little cabin was my home for the night of May 12th. I hoped to be writing here with some fun stories of it being haunted, or to tell more about its history, but nothing excited like that happened. We got in, it started pouring rain on the tin roof, and I ceased consciousness.… Continue reading
Spring has never really been my thing. I usually see the flowers blooming and the leaves unfurling through watery, squinted eyes thanks to allergies, but somewhere over the last few years I have come to appreciate the offering of new beginnings that spring brings. I suppose it comes from being more in tune with the… Continue reading
I have a book problem. I thought that by building a huge wall-length bookshelf in my living room that I’d have enough space to house my book problem that would make it look a little more like…a book enthusiasm. All that did was make my brain say “Look how many more books you need! Until… Continue reading
My boy, Hank, has finally made the arduous pilgrimage home. But before I go any further, let me explain something: In my post, Meet Hank, I appeared to be railing against the folks taking care of him at the shelter. I want to state for the record that the good folks of the county’s Humane… Continue reading
The Life Cycle
The new chicks have hatched and traveled home! We did take a wee detour, though, so my Granny could hold them. Ruth, the Black Copper Marans, immediately went into snooze mode, but Daisy, our White Sultan, just hopped all over Granny, wanting to explore her new world. Alice, the Olive Egger, was hanging out with… Continue reading
I’d like you to meet Hank. In fact, at this point, I’d like ANYONE to meet Hank, because so far I have been the only one to have met Hank. A few weeks back, we finally made good on a goal to get our dog a dog. Blue is a very social fellow with lots… Continue reading
The Month of Adios
I did not mean to leave this on the “Did I die in a grizzly chainsaw accident” cliffhanger. For those keeping track, I did not. Yay for me! However, I have been up to my eyeballs in very important things that needed my full and total attention, which sadly, is not something my little ADHD… Continue reading
Once more, with feeling!
This night feels like is was months ago, but it was two weeks. We got all fancied up and went to Severance Hall to see the Cleveland Orchestra perform Mozart’s Requiem. It was a fantastic night. But everything after that was overshadowed a great big ol’ stupid problem with my health. When Covid left in… Continue reading
It’s the one year anniversary of adopting Blue! He has been a very good boy, for the most part, if we don’t include him peeing at random, eating my slippers, eating my sneakers, and hogging the couch when we try to watch something. Yeah, he’s pretty okay. I think I’ll keep him, the little beef… Continue reading
A writer since she was old enough to hold a crayon, Nicole spends a large portion of her day communing with the voices in her head. When she’s not writing, she’s likely engaging in some other creative outlet, such as gardening, cooking, painting, or screaming into the void. She lives at Quill Cottage with her husband and more animals than the city would probably like.