Not only are the Man and I moving to a slightly larger apartment, but my blog is moving!
You can now find me over at my wordpress hosted blog (http://digthisbird.wordpress.com/). Same blog, but I just can’t waste the money on the GoDaddy hosting anymore. Please update your links!
Renewal for my domain is coming up in February, and i’m thinking it’s time to free up the cash that usually goes to this site.
That being said, I’m going to move this blog over to either WordPress (which I already use to write this) or blogspot. Anyone have opinions on either??
~Robin
No, not the English word and number puzzle show, but a proper countdown! 1 day to my birthday, and 3 days until the ASID CT Interior Designer Tag Sale!
Tuesdays are teaching days (I teach an after school mythology class once a week), which is why you will probably never see me post then.
But Wednesday tend to be the day I go out to my parents in CT to get some REAL work done! I’ve come out this week (despite tomorrow being my birthday) to get everything together for the ASID Tag Sale this weekend, which I will be helping my mother with. So far today has been a day of heavy lifting (boxes full of tiles and glass bottle and books) and cataloging everything mom and I will be bringing to Christ Church.
In my parents barn, We’ve been unearthing some really great tile pieces my mother has forgotten about and will have for sale this weekend.
Fish Backsplash by E.C. Biddle
Off to put price tags on bottle and wrap the matted prints in plastic!
Hope to see some readers there on Saturday!
ASID CT Tag Sale
Christ Church
254 East Putnam Avenue
Greenwich, CT
Saturday Oct. 29th
10am-4pm
Apologies for the lack in posting! I’ve been busy teaching!
Yes, I’m teaching an after school class in mythology once a week for 2nd and 3rd grade boys. When not doing that, I’ve been either knitting or cooking (properly domestic, I know). I need to start taking pictures while I cook, because I’ve been trying some delicious recipes. Like tonight, I took some fresh figs and made this delicious red wine reduction fig sauce with some fresh pork chops from the amazing butcher at the 86th St. Fairway. If you have some fresh figs around definitely give it a try.
And I promise, more posts to come!
Happy Labor Day!
Labor Day in Southampton!
So I should start doing little posts of things I find that I love more often… and today these little sugar mushrooms just jumped out at me.
As a budding mycologist, I love the idea of a forest themed cake, covered in little mushrooms (and they even make chocolate toadstools!) Makes me want to take a cake decorating class even more…
Edible Wild Sugar Mushrooms of the genus by andiespecialtysweets.
As a rule, I really dislike my commute from Connecticut to Manhattan every morning. But weekends brings a special kind of hatred. Weekdays, the majority of people on the train on commuters, just as miserable as I am. On the train, misery does not love company. On the train, misery demands silence. People who answer a vibrating phone saying “I get in at X o’clock. I’ll call when I get off the train” is tolerated. Anyone who dares hold a full conversation on their phone from their seat rather than moving to the vestibule is treated with scornful glares from eveyone else in the car who could care less about what your sister said to your husband about your bratty kid.
But saturdays and sundays? Please.
kids. screaming kids as far as the eye can see. It would be fine if I weren’t annoyed to be heading to on a sunday anyway. I like kids, I do. Just not on trains. Where there is no escape. I know, I know, wait till I have children. Well, I will have little soldiers. No problem.
Moving on, there’s Grand Central. Sunday morning Grand Central. What a walk of shame. I considered carrying a sign, this morning, saying “short skirts and boots are a privledge, not a right”. *shudder*
And while no subway line is reliable on a weekend, there’s nothing quite like sitting in the freezing cold of a 6 train car while listening to the melodic strains of DeathMetal coming out of the iPod earbuds of the guy sitting next to you, while you wait 3 minutes just for the doors to close and the train to move. Then there’s that strange smell that comes on at the next stop that means someone stepped in the remains of last night, or someone is still drunk from last night.
Oh New York, you’re always classiest on sunday mornings, aren’t you?
What’s running through my head today:
“Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.
If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing;
And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.”
Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
Right now I feel like my reason and passion are both just sitting in the ship’s hold, hoping the current will direct them in one direction or another.
Is it possible to have such active dreams that they actually keep you from getting a good night sleep?
The knight couldn’t understand why she couldn’t defeat the dragon. He had been continuously blocking different paths from her home for yeas. Every time she would go out for new travels he would be there, denying her passage. She had the sharpest sword and the strongest armor, but still she had no victories against this vile beast. After many years of their battles, she went out to meet him with every piece of her armory. She went down a path she has never taken, somehow knowing she would find him there. After an hour of walking she found him lounging in the middle of the road. Their eyes met and any passerby would have known immediately to run, for battle was in the air.
“You seek to pass again, fair knight?” asked the Dragon.
“No,” said the knight. “I have decided today is the last day I will face you.” She took off all her armor and laid her weapons down in front of the massive dragon. “I weary of taking part in a fight I can never win.”
The Dragon smiled at the knight as smoke curled from his nostrils.
“Take up your weapons, knight,” said the Dragon. “You will need it for other battles. Your willingness to meet me barefaced shows that you have learned that not all battles can be won by force- or indeed even won at all. Our quarrel is ended and you will not find me blocking your path again. Others may, but I can only with your happy travels.”
And with that the dragon smiled at the knight and took flight back to his home in the nearby mountains. The knight collected her belongings and returned to her house to begin her travels for the first time in a long while.