I was digging into my archives to find this vintage diatribe about couches (https://beckyhaycox.com/?p=323) to share with a friend who was befuddled by the amount of ugly couches he encounters in his new career as a house inspector. Then, while I was on the blog, I started poking around and reading other posts here and…

It is December 31, 2020. Marking this “year end” is arbitrary and very little is changing as we tear off yet another calendar page. May I remind future readers that we are still in COVID times out here in just-about-to-be 2021 and very little is under control. Yes, yes, 2020 will be forever tagged as…

It is November 4, 2020 in the afternoon as I write this. I suppose it is a historic time within a historic time (within another one? Matrosyka style) as we all sit, waiting to see what manner and variety and weight of shoes are gonna fucking drop during this 2020 presidential race. This period of…

It’s day XXX,XXX,XXX of isolating myself during what has developed into a world-wide pandemic, but you already knew that, you know, about the pandemic. I started writing a post on the third week after the “shelter in place” was announced by my County, but ran out of attention span and steam, something that is a…

Two biggest fears, so big as to qualify for phobias: Dentist Earthquake And on the list of things that make me deeply uneasy: Large crowds Guns Supporters of the current president Things that interrupt my sleep This week there was a shooting less then a block from where I work. It’s posited that reporting of…

Taurus: *To avoid the possible negative consequences of mingling your hand with your eyes, be sure to turn your head. In addition, do not let your eyes wander off the focus of the new moon, as your hand might get stuck between a cloth, or your hand might slip out of your hand while you’re…