When Choice Is Not An Option
Gather ’round, Folks, the Meandering Matriarch is about to climb on her soapbox again. Not everyone will agree with me, …
Tag Archives: Musings
I’m Such A Goose…
So there I was, sitting in the little change room in the Day Surgery section, waiting to have some tests …
And the Word Is…
Before I get into the discussion of certain words, I need to offer a bit of context. Why do I …
Meandering Randomly
This is not about me getting lost again. That only happens on trains. Mostly. I’m now on Virgin Australia Flight …
Deja Vu All Over Again
Don’t you just love irony? Especially when it happens to someone else. Well here’s your dose for today, my treat. …
This Old House
My brain has been on a single track lately, and I’m not altogether certain whether I am, at last, hurtling …
A Place of My Own Again? Not…
Originally posted on Grist:
What’s better than a tiny house? (After frozen custard, sex, and memory foam.) Bingo: a tiny…
Roughing It
Beauty is said to be in the eye of the beholder. I’m thinking roughing it is a bit like that. …
Sucky Bags Revisited
I’m road-testing a new sous vide machine. So naturally that means I’m also vacuum packing the food. Let me explain: …
Bad Karma? Or Just Lousy Planning?
Am I just a lousy planner, or what? Yes, I’m still homeless, and now you can add disabled to the …
