My dad took up wood carving recently, and has made a variety of cool things over the past couple years. This one, however, which was my birthday present, goes way beyond cool and straight into ‘heartstabby and sniffly wonderful’: That is possibly the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten. :) It’s sycamore, and I’m not sure I’ve properly captured how beautifully the wood gleams, and I’m not sure it’s possible to capture how very, very smooth the finish is. It’s just *beautiful*.
the “Kit and Ted Are Moving” commission
In the “it never rains but it pours” department of major life changes, it looks like we’ll be moving to Dublin in the next few weeks. Ted’s gotten a job there, and a commute from our current location is out of the question. (He’ll be doing X-Box tech support; the hours and pay are better than chefing!) However, as moving is expensive and we’re caught a bit flat-footed financially in the face of suddenly needing to, I’m doing a “help Kit and Ted move” novella (in all likelihood, anyway, as…
The Five Year Shelf
If anybody asks what I was doing during the Oughts, this is mostly the answer:
unicorn chaser
And a unicorn chaser for that last post:
the BP oil spill
Cherie Priest says it all about the BP oil spill, a disaster of such magnitude I couldn’t hear anything about it for two weeks after Young Indiana was born because just knowing it had happened/was happening was enough to break my fragile-from-exhaustion mental state. I can still barely stand to hear about it, which is why I’m grateful for Cherie’s beautiful, poignant response: I couldn’t have written it myself.