Ephemera and Detritus

  The 30 day aspect of this whole happiness thing is nearly done. I won’t subject you to the whole 100 days that the original challenge called for. Theirs was just photos, anyway. I was the masochist who decided to turn it into a blog …

  I hate dealing with dental crap. All those nerves and bones and grinding noises. I try to avoid dentists if possible (outside of begrudgingly accepted checkups and whatnot) and luckily, aside from my anarchic wisdoms, have had nice, sturdy teeth to allow me to …

  As you may have noted over the past few months of posts, I’ve been wrestling with my newfound status of stay at home mother. I thought I’d be better at it. Not the Thwack wrangling itself, no- he’s good fun to be with most …

  It has been a long winter. I mean, it’s mid-May and my mid-weight coat is still hanging on the hook on the back of the kitchen door. I think my inner rhythms had been tricked by a decade in warmer climes, where T-shirts are …

  This is getting tricky, y’all. Not the happiness part of the project, as that’s going better than expected, but rather the photography part. I didn’t take any photos yesterday. None. Which makes Day 24 rather tricky to pull off. And really, Day 24 had …

    One of the things people keep telling me is to treasure this period of time when Sir Thwacksalot is all tiny and portable and cuddly in a way not unlike a sack full of eels on speed. Because fresh babies are apparently the …

  I kind of wish I had started a pattern of having themes inserted into the titles of these posts, as a number of rather thinky thoughts about all things tangentially related to happiness have been dredged up in posts over the past few weeks …

  Last night was the Eurovision Song Contest. Or at least that’s what it was called when I first heard of it, 20-odd years ago. It might just be Eurovision now. It’s still weird enough to make me feel quite foreign when watching it. Those …

  I feel weird having a few Thwack related happy days, as if nothing else is worth noting or celebrating. It’s all part of the grand plan, I must note: His casual acceptance of weird food (or rather, live rotaviruses) means we may not have …

In case you were worried, no, this isn’t turning into a mommy/mummy blog. It’s still what is was before, a confused collection of writings by someone outside of her indigenous realm, but with a lot less Chinese food and international travel, and with the added touch …

  I’ve got an annoying tummy bug today, as does Sir Thwacksalot— up all freaking night— so I’ll keep this one brief. I need a cup of peppermint tea and a lazy duvet day. It’s a real shame I’ve decided to stop eating cheese and …

  Yesterday was kind of crap, I have to admit. Trying to find a shiny, happy spot was tricky. I didn’t want to fake it by, say, taking a picture of the really lovely, colourful, fragrant cauliflower rice I made for dinner and saying, wow, …