Ilsa J. Bick's Blog, page 21

Getting a Life on My Side of the Mountain

One thing about living on a mountain: sometimes you really, really don’t ever want to come down. For me, it’s because it’s so much cooler, as much as ten degrees, and when there are clouds and a little rain and … Continue reading →

Whatever Works

This will be short and sweet. I’ve heard from a couple folks who poked some fun at Joyce Maynard’s piece about James Patterson’s MasterClass.  Most of the comments ran along similar lines, using words like gullible, silly, gushing, out for a … Continue reading →

Getting There

There was this moment yesterday where I wandered down to the basement, a place I’ve tended to avoid unless I’m cleaning out the litter box because wading through all those boxes yet to be unpacked as well as MOUNTAINS of … Continue reading →

Just One More Thing

Normally, you put addendums at the end of something, but I’m going to front-load mine.  Short and sweet: the hubby found Timmy this morning with the other cat in the basement.  Near as we can figure, Timmy decided to take … Continue reading →

Where I’ve Been

In some ways, I think . . . where have I been?  Besides with my head up my ass, I mean. Well . . . the week’s been busy, what with going through the last of the frozen stuff, baking … Continue reading →

Cocktails, Cake…and (At Least) Seven Reasons Why

Nothing too fancy this week. Sometimes, going back to basics is a good thing. Friday’s Cocktail: I chose this Three to One (as in the odds on this horse are three to one) because it was simple, doable, and I … Continue reading →

Cocktails, No Cake . . . and My Unconscious Definitely Needs to Take a Holiday

No cake today. The husband left early this morning for a week-long meeting, and since that means there would be NO ONE around, I did my waistline a favor

Cocktails, Cake…and Paring Down to the Bone

So this entry is, in part, about skeletons.  Read on; you’ll see what I mean, and no, I’m not talking about what might be lurking in a closet. First, the cocktails: In the spirit of using things up, I’ve been … Continue reading →

Sunday’s Cake, Friday Cocktail–and The Price of Doing Business

Sunday’s Cake: Actually, this title’s a bit misleading because the cake I threw together at the last second here is still cooling.  So, no pictures yet.  I’m not even sure the thing will work because I think I overdid the … Continue reading →

Past/Present/Future Imperfect

So this dream jerked me awake early this morning.  I remember it pretty clearly: I’m in some sort of class, and there’s a guy who’s showing off some very brightly colored rugs or mats.  Part of me thinks the class … Continue reading →