About 20 years ago, my grandparents gave me a set of old family journals from 1871-1952. Mixed in with all sheep, pig, apple, and pork accounts are surprisingly interesting narratives of daily life in upstate New York in the late 1800s. This week, my great-great-grandfather goes to Rochester for a second mortgage, and comes away feeling a bit… swindled.
One of the side effects of having wildfires reach within a dozen miles of your home is that it tends to focus your mind on completing…
My birthday looked pretty different this year due to shelter-in-place, but I still loved every minute of it.
There are a ton of handmade mask patterns out there. Luckily my habit of starting and abandoning various crafting projects has left me with a generous supply of quilting fabric, bias tape, elastic, thread, bandanas, old t-shirts, and flannel lying around the house. So I decided to put those raw materials to work by making and reviewing 6 so-called “easy” cloth face mask patterns.
It’s been 33 days since we began sheltering in place. I suppose I should be using this time to write the next great American novel or taking my daughter’s education to the next level. Instead, I’m leaning into the idea that now is a great time to teach The 13-Year-Old some life skills, like how to manager her own schoolwork, clean her own bathroom, wash her own clothes, and regularly vacuum the chair(s) she likes to snack in.
In which I talk about some of the things I’ve been doing instead of posting on Caterpickles.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, a bat convinces me not to decorate for Christmas. Merry Christmas, y’all.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, the Five-Year-Old sings a letter to Santa.
Happy 4th of July! We’re going to take a few days off here at Caterpickles Central to enjoy the summer and maybe learn a few things about vintage cars. ‘Tis the season for vintage cars, after all.
Last week in my ongoing search for hard data about the benefits of remaining curious, I came across an article in Thrive Global about Matthew Berger, the 9-year-old who discovered a missing link in the story of human evolution while he was out walking with his dog. What struck me about this story, was not the boy’s reaction to his discovery, but his father’s.