Winter + Winner

There were only ten little icicles on my house this morning (there haven’t been any for a week) but they broke into many, many pieces and a noisy V of geese flew by as I knocked them down… 182/Taylor, nature picked you!

Massive thanks to everyone ~
the week off was restorative to body and spirit; your words, to heart.

A Mush For All Seasons

Thanks, you.

This month has kicked my ass and before I transfer the violence,
I’m taking the week to recoup and will be offline. But! It ain’t all bad!
There’s also a lot to be grateful for, like youuuu…….

I’m putting together a “thanks for existing” care package
which will include a calendar, postcards, a 5×7 print of this image, an antler necklace, my favorite bath salts, a gorgeous giant turkey feather,
and probably some other stuff ~
which I will be mailing to one of you next week.

Just leave a comment to enter this drawing ~
I’ll pick the lucky number based on the following equation:
how many icicles I find on my house multiplied by
how many pieces they shatter into when I bang them off the gutters
divided by the number of goose-honks I hear as the flocks fly by.

AND, for anyone and everyone, ALL items in the Shop are on sale this week.
~ EVERYTHING will be 10% off for the next SIX DAYS ~
Just enter the code THANKS during checkout
now through Sunday!

Backing Up

I was driving home from town today, thinking about the pages I had written this morning, when suddenly, I spun into a panic ~ What if my house burns down before I get home!? What if all my writing is lost!? What if Mike gets home before I do and makes a fire in my woodstove just to be nice so my house is warm for me but a spark flies out and goes unnoticed and he leaves ~ and I left my notebook on the floor in front of the woodstove this morning! And what if all my writing BURNS!!!!!!!??? Needless to say, the rest of the drive home was misery.

But I did think about ways to back up handwritten pages. Typing them into the computer = not an option at this point. I hate typing up handwritten work. There have been so many blog posts that have never seen the internet simply because I never typed them up from my original handwritten versions. (I should photo-post those in the future….)

Making photocopies. This is what I’d do if I didn’t live in the boonies. But I don’t want to waste my printer/copier ink and there’s no Kinkos nearby (the amount of longing/nostalgia I have for Kinkos is….weird. Memories of finalizing college papers at 3am on a 50-hour no-sleep high, the satisfying “machine” noises, all those right angles….) Anyway, photocopying would be easy; then stash the second batch at a second location.

I decided to photograph each page. Quick, free, and it ensures I have the words in digi format in case Frisco shows up and eats the originals. (He would do that). Saved to computer, saved to external hard drive, saved to flash drive hidden off the premises. Whew.