Someone is very cabin-feverish in this house. Maybe more than one someone, but Minerva is the only one with crazy eyes. So far. This post is just a relatively boring midwinter hunkering update. SK and I were in Florida at Disney World two weeks ago for our honeymoon, and it was hilariously different from the… Continue reading Greetings from FFS Minerva
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Wildlife Here is Determined to Drive Me Nuts in the best ways
First, let me just say now that I'm moved into the house (on five acres across from a golf course): I did NOT realize how die-hard some folk are about their golf game. As I write this it's a whopping 37 degrees Fahrenheit and alternating between rain and sleet. Yet there are multiple groups of… Continue reading Wildlife Here is Determined to Drive Me Nuts in the best ways
Adventures With The Horde
One lovely fall Friday not so long ago, six children sporting various amounts of fur and legs were awakened at 6:30am, because the bus picks up the human children at 7am. It was a chilly October morning, and the adults communicated mostly in quiet grunts or sighs, waiting for a single-cup-at-a-time coffee maker to HURRY… Continue reading Adventures With The Horde
Wait, is it September already?
I have a few new Tiffany Reisz books read and pending review (if you haven't read any of her Original Sinners or standalone novels, check my Reviews page for links), but I've been remiss in actual blog posts this summer, so it seemed like now's a good time to put up a general update of… Continue reading Wait, is it September already?
Because Velociraptors, Horatio – Episode Three
"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Hamlet, Act I, Scene V, 184-185, Shakespeare, about 400 years ago, but STILL a couple million years after dinosaurs. Today in our "what the actual fuck is going on in Hastings" post, the trilogy is completed with an unlikely… Continue reading Because Velociraptors, Horatio – Episode Three
We Do Not Lick the Chicken, Horatio – Episode Two
If you’ve been reading lately, I mentioned there are some...interesting...sights on my normal route to Hastings. If you haven’t been reading lately, no judgement (ok, not much judgement) and here you go, if you’d like to get caught up: https://jessicasettergren.com/2021/01/21/this-is-not-what-i-meant-horatio-episode-one/. So, maybe a mile and a half after the Blair Witch for stuffed animals tree… Continue reading We Do Not Lick the Chicken, Horatio – Episode Two
This is NOT What I Meant, Horatio: Episode One
"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Hamlet, Act I, Scene V, 184-185, Shakespeare. The route I take out to Hastings, (the town in Minnesota, not the battle-of in Britain, just to be clear. Seems worth pointing out that I'm not a time traveler, and the… Continue reading This is NOT What I Meant, Horatio: Episode One
Schrodinger’s Frankenboob
Today is the 1 year anniversary of the day the Fairview Breast Center called to diagnose me with a tiny malevolent boob invader. Friday I had my first mammogram since surgery, because Oncology scheduled it months ago and WHY NOT make it the same weekend I'll already have an abundance of feels? I walked into… Continue reading Schrodinger’s Frankenboob
But I Should Smile More
It's been an angsty couple of weeks: turns out after you beat cancer doctors are EXTRA VIGILANT about everything, so I'm tired of imaging rooms and MRI tubes and everything is fine, but it's been moderately stressful. This is purely background information for today's post, which I warn you is regarding the "BUT WHY ARE… Continue reading But I Should Smile More
Yeah yeah, it’s Greek to me, too.
Apologies for the lack of posting...I'm not funny right now. I haven't been funny for a while, and some days I wonder if I ever will be again. But history repeats itself in terrible fashion trends ($20 for a hair scrunchie I hated in the 90's? Fuck. No.) and in depressive cycles, so eventually things… Continue reading Yeah yeah, it’s Greek to me, too.
No Pithy Phrase 