Yes, I know it's my own fault, but some days, after getting up at five, looking out the window at freezing frost-covered ground, dumping large amounts of jump-start coffee into yourself, in the hope it is all a bad dream, and you will wake up and find it is actually June, and you are in … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: I’ve Got To Stop Reading Science News.
I was raised all my life with animals. A grandfather, uncles, cousins, all in the performing animal film industry- over a hundred dogs, four horses, a few camels, and a very famous cat- no not the one who cha-chas backwards for cat chow. Think more a severely Cumberbatch of a cat, with a collar and … Continue reading The Case of The Arf-ful Dodgers: Who Do You Call- Lassie or Pywackit?
There are very few more horrific sounds than the slurp of a dog chomping on something. Depending on the breed, and the size, and the boredom level, that chomp could be: a piece of a curtain- you will find the rest of it wrapped as a blanket around and across, the dog's rug, or bed. … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Did Someone Feed The Dog?
It's cold here. Cold cold cold. White skies. A sharp chill in the air. Sharp like apples taken from a fridge are sharp. And cold. Not that we weren't expecting this, here in Gutenberg Land. The Christmas deco and marzipan, often called marchepane in English, a candy made of ground almonds and powdered sugar and … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: The Day Of The Peppermint Astronaut.
It's seven fifteen here. A.M. And so far, I have cleaned and put back together a coffee machine where someone put coffee in the basket holder, not in the basket. (In our house, the first one up does the beverage service.) Did I mention it is seven fifteen here. And that I only drink tea. … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Ring Those Bells
Yesterday, the LBC VUBP (very unusual blogging people) asked for my assessment of the topic "major life changes." And I tried my best to be serious. And adult. But the thing is, the more serious a topic, the more humour I find in it. It's a mechanism that goes back to nursery days. Of listening … Continue reading Major Life Changes: Part Two