Archive for November, 2022

The Tree

Someone must have erased last Thursday’s blog.

OR I simply forgot it was Thursday. Thanksgiving trumps “Thursday” in my mind, I guess.

But I’m back, on Wednesday.

If you’re confused, imagine the state of my mind as everything converges these last weeks of the year.

Tonight, Wednesday is the tree lighting at Rockefeller Center, and I’ll be there– not IRL, but in my living room.

The tree, I read, is 82 feet high and weighs 14 tons!

The tree in my office is 2″ high, weighs less than an ounce, caught on camera one year and glued to a miniature “big screen” tv!

My own Rock Center tree!

December event

I know it’s not even Thanksgiving, but there is an exciting event coming up December 3 that I can’t wait to share. Two good friends have new books to celebrate and I’m happy to be joining them! Both books are available on amazon and (if you’re local) at Pegasus Books in Berkeley, California, besides Reasonable Books, below.

DOLLHOUSE v. 2

That dollhouse I posted a couple of weeks ago? Fuhgettaboutit. On closer look, it was a real fixer-upper, with pieces of the exterior construction unconnected to each other, some splintered and broken. One good rainstorm, and it would have fallen apart!

So here’s a new one.

Formerly a mini Post Office, you man remember, now out of business, and being renovated as a small house in the woods.

The problem is, no place for a bedroom or bath. My plan is to add a loft, connecting that bar in front to a ledge in the back. I’m still working out what to use for the loft. Poster board might do; it won’t have anything heavy on it. Or a carpet swatch if I can find one.

Then, of course, I can decorate for the holidays. Christmas tree is ready to drag in! I’ll post here before I send it off to be auctioned at a local school fair.

In case you forgot what the PO looked like!

HOLIDAYS!

In case you missed my newsletter — I want to share my favorite holiday napkins. My favorite typo!

I bought a package of these years ago, and have been stingy about using them. Every time I call it a typo, I think again, and wonder if some worker in some factory simply wanted to make us think!

It can’t hurt.