Does anyone remember that light I mentioned in this very blog weeks ago? Or did I? Did I mention Maggie has installed lights on her front stoop that shine directly into our living room. Calvin was very peeved about it. Oh sweet baby Jesus, am I still missing the point? Calvin says she’s out back,… Continue reading Oh sweet baby Jesus, the Ditmarstons have missed the point

Daisy is back from college today. Calvin drove up to Vassar through the icy rain. Wyatt went to an all-ages music show last night in a totally inconvenient part of the city (Maspeth, which provoked his best friend’s mom to rail over text against Queens, which I gracefully corrected. I mean, I agree as a… Continue reading Oh the year is blessedly winding down

Every day is crammed full of things. Most of those things occur in my basement office, where I am cold, wearing two sweaters (one wool, one the giant cashmere hoodie that is a central figure in my life), my feet on a heated foot pad, with a space heater blasting. It’s so cold and it’s… Continue reading News from the Land of Ditmarston

Oh, hello! Thanks for checking in. Everyone is doing pretty well. The kittens are cray-cray but not in a worrisome way, except that Calvin brought home lilies, which can cause catastrophic health effects in cats. Since our kittens spent most of last week sparring with a bouquet of irises, boxing them, eating the flowers and… Continue reading Cozy November post

That is exactly what I am in and it is the best. A very nice thing happened to me this week, a thing I did not see coming in the slightest, and I am so rattled by it. I’m actually scared of what the bad thing that is coming will be. Because something bad is… Continue reading A Ditmarston State of Mind

Or is it sick? That is where I live right now, in a twilight of gray stone. It’s dull and painful and there is a lot of interesting stuff going on around me but I am too tired to meet the occasion. Is it my fault? Did I make this happen? And there, I’m back… Continue reading Very despairing from the land of the sad sickly

Oh hey, what’s up with you? Me, I’m fine. I turned 53 last week in my basement, alone, chilly, with covid and two kittens, one who went into heat, her spaying derailed by Calvin and my cases of covid. I’m so tired I can’t even capitalize it. Calvin got covid because he loves the Mets.… Continue reading Helloooo from the long tail of short covid

It has been so long since I posted! That’s because I was taking a nap, a month-long nap interspersed with activity. Daisy remains happy at college, Wyatt rarely talks to us but seems happy. I have a new job I like and that seems to be going well. Calvin is busy and hustling. The kittens… Continue reading Glorious fall, kittens, and the Department of Buildings

It’s very very weird. Wyatt insists we eat outside on the deck rather than watch quality cable television shows together. Now Calvin and I often watch alone. The three of us have been doing drinks on the deck regularly and I do feel that Wyatt cruelly pushed the boundary of that to serve his own… Continue reading Daisy still at college, life remains weird

I’ve been playing this down here on this blog, but it’s a big thing. Daisy went to college on Monday and she is doing okay so far. It’s a seismic thing, not just a shift, or a wave, but maybe a convulsions? It’s a slow-roll convulsion, like that dance move on the TikTok but not… Continue reading Tumult! Crashing waves! Daisy went to college