C.B. Potts's Blog, page 17

Saturday Morning

So here we are, a week later. I have a big long complicated explanation of the experiment, but to sum up, I spend a lot of time talking to the Universe, and I wanted to see what would happen if I shut up and listened for a while. What, exactly, did the Universe have to say?

And I listened for a week, and the Universe delivered a pretty consistent message that life is really worth the living. That's very good news, you know, because the girls are old enough now, and some days I'm very t...

Radio Silence for a Bit

I'm trying an experiment re internet usage for the next 7 days, which will also keep me off of social media. I'll let you know what it's all about when I get back :-) Until then be good!

Friday Morning

Did you ever wonder if the hate was structural; if it was all that was holding you up, if that it were to be somehow removed from your existence, your self would collapse? When the hate wakes me up, I wonder that. Especially in the middle of the night, when it's dark and I have to count the clock's chimes to know it's only midnight - being woken by the hatred at dawn seems to be part of a greater larger natural order but during sleepytime proper, not so much.

Buildings can be built on all sort...

GROUP PROJECT

Mom is bringing my aunt to visit in a little over 2 weeks. I want to host a Relentlessly Cheery Spring Luncheon to Lift The Spirits & Delight the Tired Soul. So: I need recipes and decorating ideas and really any of those little touches that make people feel good, loved & cared about. Maybe a little bento-box of goodies to take home with, too - so please help me with ideas, links, directions, pictures: I promise you I will take and post about 65,000 pictures of the awesomeness.

I know I need t...

Thursday Morning

The cat and I are in a war for possession of the porch table top. It is, you understand, one of the best spots in the house from which to watch the birds. Right now, there's a slate junco pecking diligently where the echinacea will be growing soon. I can't deny that it's compelling viewing. But at the same time, I have some need of space to think and work and write.

When I was a little kid (and even now) I was fascinated by the idea of secret knowledge; particularly secret knowledge held by g...

Wednesday Morning

Let's say someone tells you that the sexual abuse you went through as a child doesn't matter, because that's the way you were. And let's say when you call out that bullshit, because it is bullshit: all children deserve protection against sexual predators, not just children-who-aren't-you, it is pointed out that you're being mean; that you shouldn't question any decisions regarding your care, because your role in this world is to be grateful for the crumbs you get, because children-who-are-lik...

Monday Morning

The sunrise this morning has the sky wearing broad bands of pink, vibrant and insistent. It is time to get up! The birds are already busy. I've slept through the parade of tractors and buggies and all the virtuously active morning chore lot and I feel pretty good about that.

There's always a question of what one would do if one didn't have to do, especially where bedtimes are concerned. Joseph Campbell has a bit about this, where he talks about watching a father chastise his son: You can't jus...

Hey, Remember When I Was A Writer?

And I wrote my own stories and books and such? It's time for that to start again. I figured out part of why I wasn't writing this afternoon, and it was a fairly foolish reason. So it's time to sling a saddle on Bessie's back once again and see what happens. Look out, y'all. Mama's had enough of being quiet.

Sunday Morning

Right now, Peck's Rainbow Banquet Hall is apparently on fire. I woke up to the scanner going off and off and off, calling at least half a dozen companies to the scene and even more to standby. Peck's is a big part of the reason I live in the North Country, and now's a good a time as any to tell that story.

A long, long time ago, my sweetheart of the time and I had a friend named D., who was a gamer who worked in a second-hand comic shop. D. had a girlfriend named S., and even though time would...

Saturday Night

Today there was a music festival that Nadia participated in. It was really quite neat. Students from 14 schools, all over the county, came together with a bunch of music teachers and they spent the day in workshops, learning new songs and techniques and musical stuff. Then they gave a performance of what they'd learned. There was folk dancing (the Mariposa) and body percussion (which is very very neat) and recorder playing and drumming and singing.

Tonight I tried the Bear Creek chili mix and...