June re-creates her neuroses via her animal kingdom

I've turned my not-blog boring before by mentioning this,* but again, you do NOT have to add an email address to leave a comment. I set up the commenting to be as easy as possible, and just because it SAYS "email" in one of the lines, it is not required that you put one in. … Continue reading June re-creates her neuroses via her animal kingdom

Steely Determination.

Last night, after binge-watching several episodes of the most excellent Masterpiece Theater's Victoria (June? Turning into a spinster before our very eyes? What?), I went to the door to call in that blight on my very existence, that gray bastard of a cat, Steely Dan. Often one finds oneself referring to Queen Victoria and a … Continue reading Steely Determination.

I’ll worry about that when I get to it

Something woke me up last night--I can't even remember what, now, but it was something I should probably be planning or preparing for, but what I did instead was roll over, thinking, "I'll worry about that when I get to it," and realized that will likely be my epitaph, which, by the way, June, nice … Continue reading I’ll worry about that when I get to it

June loses 10 lbs., gains insufferable personality

Two-and-a-half months I been a-dietin', and I have no idea why I just launched into Junior Sample–speak just now, especially considering my new svelteness. Because as of this week, I have officially lost 10 pounds on said a-diet. My dramatic weight loss--and let's face it. Any weight loss with me is going to be dramatic--is … Continue reading June loses 10 lbs., gains insufferable personality

June has danced into the danger zone, when the dancer becomes the dance.

I know you wish I'd refer to this more often, but oh my god, I'm Ashley Wilkes right now, returning from war. I've limped in, all tattered and worn out and possibly lousy. At least I don't have that anemic Melanie hanging on me. There's that. Do you think when Ashley was off at war … Continue reading June has danced into the danger zone, when the dancer becomes the dance.

It’s a pretty good crowd for a–oh, shut up.

Right now, everyone is outside except for old Steely Dickly, here, and it occurs to me that if he were my only pet, I'd be miserable. He's never HERE. He comes in to eat, maybe sleep with one gray arm strewn across his eyes, chew a few of my beloved clothing items, then leave for … Continue reading It’s a pretty good crowd for a–oh, shut up.

Cream. Get on top. Cream.

Three entire days of a holiday weekend. Twenty thousand climbs up m'stepstool. Five trips to the paint store. Nineteen inappropriate advances made on young paint salesboy. And? My back room looks the same. Yes, I DO realize I need to fix that chair. IT'S ON MY LIST, OKAY? It's on m'list. Meanwhile, makes a great … Continue reading Cream. Get on top. Cream.