Our basement flooded last week. Not the whole thing, just about a third of it, and the disruption was minimal. But I had to move furniture out of the space, including two large bookcases. As I moved items from the shelves, I started setting aside the things I would simply get rid of instead of... Continue Reading →
We've had a lot of car juggling going on the past several months, which all began when the car Matt was using up in Michigan decided that it was no longer interested in bending to our wicked ways. This all started with a flat tire, and that happened when Meg was attempting to drive the... Continue Reading →
Do you know what part of you is the heaviest? Know how to find out? Stay tuned. For a variety of reasons --- cost being primary among them --- I am doing the bus-and-bike thing out in Portland. For the time being it's without the bike, but even if I had one I wouldn't be... Continue Reading →
My existence here in Portland has been very serene, peaceful, isolated, controlled. That's good, as I just found out when we had the 5 of us back in the house for a short holiday visit over the past several days. That life, that much randomness and compounded stress, was killing me. In order to maintain... Continue Reading →
I've laid a lot of fires this Thanksgiving season. I'm on my fourth one this week. Until today, it wasn't really cold enough here for a fire, but I set it for sentimental reasons. It's what we do on holidays. And as holidays are wont to do, thoughts of my parents and aunts and uncles... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 