Kolaf Kaboodle
As much as I hate to admit it, mum was right – I have gotten used to the deer head. I think it’s almost cruel to keep referring to him as “the deer head” when he’s got just as much right to be here as I do, and after all he can’t help being what … Read more
Moving in, still
We’ve been here a couple of days now. The deer heads that preside calmly over our meals and activities haven’t become any less noticeable. Before I enter a room I try and remember whether it is deer-free or not, and brace myself before going in. I try to avoid eye contact with the Former Happy … Read more
Guitars > Rocks
Listening to: “B.C. Orienteering” by Said The Whale Okay. So I guess I feel a bit naive. But who would have thought it? Gibsons B.C. doesn’t have an apostrophe. Big revelation, right? Well, it was to me. You see, I thought it was “Gibson’s.” As in, the place where Gibson guitars (the like, sweetest guitars … Read more
The Night Before the Move
It’s really happening. Until now I thought some twist of fate would save us from the move; maybe an earthquake or (the less common event of) the tyrant mother changing her mind. I guess moving never really seems real until you see your whole life packed up in neatly labeled boxes, and when that dusty, … Read more
