Sunday with Billy Shakes’ Pear

It’s the first full weekend in September and our production of Twelfth Night has wrapped and the stage is struck and I promised I would be back to my normal posting schedule and so here we are. It’s a rainy September weekend and I have a summer/fall crossover simmer pot on the stove and I’m catching up on podcasts while I type – it’s about time to break out the fireplace DVDs for ambiance – and it feels good to be back while also feeling a tad overwhelming after being gone for so long. 

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Thirty Eight Going on Twenty

This is a hopeful post but deals with self-harm and suicidal ideation. If you’re in a space that isn’t conducive for you to read, I understand. I’ll punctuate the post with lots of nice pictures.

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Dog Day (of Summer)

It’s dog day, and I’m remembering the dogs in my life:

  • Snoopy, a ???
  • Sherman, a German shepherd
  • Duke, a golden retriever
  • Wulf, a black lab (pictured)

Dogs I sometimes dog-sit:

  • Indy, an Aussie
  • Luna, a husky
  • Griff, a labradoodle

Tell me about your puppers and doggos and I will write them in my notebook!

Sippin’ Sunday Afternoon

Rain is gently pattering on the windows and the house smells faintly of honeyed incense. Pull up a chair – I’ll pour the drinks and we’ll chat about the week.

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Sunday Shakeup

I got my days mixed up and there was not a World of Darkness Session Zero Today, so we went shopping and then saw Twisters and now I’m home watching Godzilla and Kong: Skull Island and actually enjoying most of the political sphere on my social media so my energy his high but my brain is scattered as I type up this weekend wrapup. Pull up a chair and pour your beverage of choice as we chat about the week that was.

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It’s like a hundred ninety-nine degrees

Good evening, Friends! It is hot and humid and I have just returned from meeting a friend for food, and now as storms approach I’ve taken some painkillers, consumed a stroopwafel, and am working on an evening coffee. Feel free to find a seat and let’s chat about last week.

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