In which I talk about some of the things I’ve been doing instead of posting on Caterpickles.
A few years ago, my husband began making biscuits on Saturday mornings. Although not all of his efforts have been equally delicious, we love starch in nearly all of its forms, so we happily ate the not-so-great batches to make room on the table for the even better batches to come. With one exception. The one and only batch of biscuits so horrible no amount of bacon could save them tasted like fluffy metal. How did that happen?
Recently I’ve realized that the only thing worse for my mental health than Political Twitter is Coronavirus Twitter. To cheer myself up, I’ve started reading post-apocalyptic dystopian novels. I haven’t read that many yet, but I have read enough to notice that the just-in-time food supply rarely survives the first few chapters. That made me wonder… what if my best strategy for surviving an apocalypse is not merely to stockpile food, but to learn how to grow it?
Five of the books the students at my local middle school read last January. #books #MG
Our local shopping mall is all dressed up for the Lunar New Year.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, I am once again reminded how grateful I am to no longer be the parent of a small child in the snowier bits of the U.S.
The end of January is traditionally the time when I give up on whatever it is I’ve resolved to do differently this year. This year, I’m trying something different — not making the resolution until the end of January in the first place. Let’s see if that works. 🙂
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, the three-year-old sings a lullaby to Cozy the Cat.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, I enjoy pretty pictures of snow, now that I no longer have to shovel it.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, my daughter demonstrates the proper way to perform CPR on a T.Rex. #ThrowbackThursday