Writings from my little corner of modern domesticity.

Monthly Archives: February, 2012

Absence Makes the Hearth Grow Dustier

One of these days I will learn to clean the place up before disappearing for more than a day. Because it’s inevitable that upon returning home, I’ll wreck it unpacking anyway. Ever notice that somehow, though, no matter how “decent” you think you left your home, it seems like a tornado went through when you …

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Such a Waste

One of the things I hate most about being a student is having to waste beautiful days with homework. You know the ones- where the sunshine and the breezes are just right and the whole of the outdoors is begging you to be out in it. And they’re usually the ones where I get caught …

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Cramped Crafting

Anybody else ever get on a crafty kick and find you don’t actually have the room to do anything you really want to do? Story of my apartment. Seriously. I have a Magic: the Gathering deckbox that I’ve been wanting to cover in plastic rhinestones for the giggles, but I can’t really even get it …

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Getting Prepared

One of the things I do to take my mind off being sick when I’m too sick to do anything productive is read- books, magazines, internet articles; anything I can. Today, for some reason, I chose to read “Things I Wish I Knew About Childbirth (/pregnancy/newborns/etc) Before” articles. Nobody panic- it’s still down the road …

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The Windowsill of Shame

I’ve mentioned a few times that I’m a horticulture major. That means that at this point I’ve got nearly a complete bachelor’s degree in keeping plants alive and happy. But this is my front window: Well, part of it. I was going to take a panorama of the whole thing, but the reflection/glare from the …

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Getting it Under Control

It seems things are finally really settling in from the start of the new semester, or at least, I’m getting a routine down. It always takes a little while between major shifts in schedules for the dust to settle, and in the time between, things can get out of hand. I don’t think I’ve vacuumed …

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