Antiquing.

"You should check out the building in back," she said to me as I stepped out onto the porch, clutching my finds. "There's no one back there, but they have some new things in."

That is how I came to be creeping, alone, amongst the desks and chairs and stoves and mirrors piled high in the musty, dusty old building. Amongst all that and the glass display cases filled with fur, and the deer head reclining in a chair, staring, arrogantly watching every move I made.

I stared back. I shivered.

I left.

Re:discovering Mother.

Happy Mother's Day.

Blue skies.

It's very nice to see them again.

Mint Chocolate Chip has healing powers, I think.

A sure cure for a day at work that leaves you visibly wilting. The wood of the balcony, unfortunately, has no respect for that kind of work day. Four splinters in the last two days. It's okay, though, despite the fact that two of the splinters are still lodged in my foot. It's okay because I plan on moving out to the country within the next month or so. And the country has healing powers of its own.