Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Since last I've blogged, Jilli has grown big, I'm knitting a blanky for Cousin Nichole's baby (and this will never happen again), I've found a recipe for Pumpkin butter I can't wait to try and I figured out that this is my 27th or so move in the last 11 years. Yes, the number is somewhat correct. Scary isn't it? I think that I will stay here for at least a year, but you never know. I hope to start grad school on-line, as soon as the paperwork gets done. Ugh... paperwork. A necessary evil.
So, if you are in the neighborhood, drop by and I'll make some s'more on my gas log fire in my livingroom. A girl has to take advantage of what drops in her lap!