What you see here is the result of my past couple blogging-less weeks of garden work: several big and long-planned projects including the construction, priming, and painting of a new fence (to the far right, now completely enclosing the yard – other people built it and primed it, I painted it); weeding everything and trucking […]

Saw a kid dismally picking weeds out of a crack by a curb (obviously assigned by parent or other authority) and remembered a great FREE and ecologically sound tip for controlling those little bitty weeds that come up through cracks in pavement: boiling water. I used what was left in my canning pot to kill […]

Or, two ways of looking at a lawn.  (With another glass of wine I might be able to manage the standard thirteen….) Mower A: Mower B: Mower A: used, gas-powered Craftsman gifted to me by my brother-in-law, then traveled by circuitous routes involving broken promises of mower transit in an SUV by male family members […]

In the words of the great Candi Staton, self-preservation is what’s really going on today. Or what went on yesterday, for the first time ever in the Cheapskate Intellectual kitchen. But it won’t be the last. Following the directions in the super-easy and super-fun book CANNING FOR A NEW GENERATION, I rendered a colander full […]

This is me this past weekend, celebrating my summer self.  Gloriously, the season is shifting inside my head — the loosening and breathing and unconscious release of the anxious, trouble-borrowing, multitasking clench which I realize only in retrospect is my school-year norm.  And the shift is outside my head too.  Literally, right on top. Because […]

Less than $200 left to go.

I’m here again at last at my desk on a damp gray Sunday morning in which one season ends and another begins, and subtle kinds of fertility are churning despite the overcast sky — I’m feeling the familiar-to-college-professors sense of release from the clutch of preoccupation that marks the school year and a lightening, lifting, […]

One more month to go in paying off the years of credit card debt. If there were a chart for the car, it would look like this too. The debt-payoff journey of the past four years will end in the next month, maybe two. It’s a good feeling.

As a new clothesline convert, I now find the journey up the stairs from the basement where the washer and dryer are and out the back door into my backyard is literally and figuratively like the journey out of Plato’s cave.  Rise up into the light which at first dazzles, then comes to seem so […]