Travel Tales: Victoria Continued

May 14, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Day 4: History and Homesickness
Today we walked through a small farmers market in James Bay. No fruit and very few vegetables. These things are surprisingly sparse and expensive here when one is accustomed to life in California's central valley. It never occurred to me that one might have difficulty locating ripe bananas or oranges. The local grocery store here has California strawberries for $4/lb. I can get them for $0.99/lb at home from the stand in front of the strawberry field.

Travel Tales: Victoria Continued

May 13, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Day 3: Beach Combing
Today we travelled around the coast a bit. We found a look-out point with a path down to the water. Before descending I found a cluster of crows in the parking area. (Little known fact: A group of crows is called a "murder." How creepy is that?) I whipped out the camera and began snapping pictures. A woman sitting in a parked car gave me an odd look, no doubt trying to figure out where this tourist was from that crows would produce such a response. Don't mind me. New found personal obsession.

Family Psychology

May 10, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

My birthday was Saturday. 27. At the end of the day you're another day older, and all that jazz. There were family festivities on Sunday in dual celebration. While toasting to Mother's Day around the family dinner table, my father noted that there weren't enough mothers around the dinner table. My sister and I cut each other a look across the table and shared a moment.

Nothing can bring two sisters together like the adversity of parents who wish to be grandparents.

Mostly Stupid

May 5, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Last night I went to see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

I hadn't planned on going at all. In fact, I vowed I wouldn't. When the first teaser trailer popped up at the movie theaters I swore under my breath, and when I saw Disney was doing it I lost all hope.

Bunny Tales

April 28, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

On Friday night I got a call from my friend next door. There was something strange in her backyard that we ought to look at, she said. So Shawn and I tromped over and there munching on some weeds was the cutest little fluffy bunny you ever did see. It was a mostly-baby brown bunny complete with fluffy tail. Not a jack rabbit. This was someone's pet, clearly. In fact, it looked to be about the right size for a baby bunny that was given to someone as an Easter present.

I really wish people wouldn't do that.

Ask and You Shall Receive

April 21, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Ask and you shall receive.

Or... Complain and God says, "Alright already! Stop whining! I've already taken care of it but there's shipping time involved and even I can't speed up the US Postal Service!"

Or something like that.

Yesterday, just hours after writing my frantic blog about my mournfully empty post office box, I arrived at said box to find that providence had intervened. There, in a little letter-sized enevelope, was the first submission to The Yolo Crow. A lovely little villanelle.*

Brain Mush

April 20, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

So I'm having Yolo Crow dreams every night now. Dreams where I'm running around frantically trying to promote the magazine, which, incidentally, is what I'm doing in my awake time anyway.

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