Xandra | March 7, 2008
I live in an area where the roads are relatively flat and wide, and the weather is considered overall to be “temperate.” What this means in a Darwinian sense is that our traffic patterns have not yet evolved the necessary characteristics to cope with conditions that provide challenges to the baseline genus and species [...]
Xandra | July 19, 2007
Okay, so I’m not really a treeslayer–the tree was already dead. And I’m not really the actual slayer–I’m more the manager of slaying whilst Mr. Xandra is the wielder of the chainsaw. Because my halflings immediately cleave to my legs the minute Mommy does something interesting, and I just can’t see Child Welfare [...]
Xandra | June 30, 2007
Two months ago, I stood at my windows and watched the yard folk seed the mud pit that was the yard surrounding my house. We had a great time, the sprouts and I, watching the shooting machine chew up and spit out bales of hay in a fine cloud of histamine-inducing grandeur that would hang [...]
Xandra | June 13, 2007
Ran into the neighbors on our daily walk around the neighborhood, and yanno, I think we’re all finally getting comfortable enough to be really friendly. Now, their kids are grown up, so naturally, they’re a bit older than we are, so it’s not surprising to see them moving around a little slower than usual. But [...]
Xandra | April 30, 2007
My backyard, such as it is, isn’t really so much a yard as it is the cleared-out space before the Wall o’Woods that stretches back over most of our property. Other fine features of the Wall o’Woods include the Dead Thing (that’s still there, stripped of everything but loose fur and bone–even the hide [...]
Xandra | February 13, 2007
So I’ve moved house, into our new and beautiful home surrounded by woods and fields, and nature just drips from the eaves with redolence. Our first morning in the new house, we spotted an 8-point buck that had come to the stream to drink. Memo to self: do NOT mention to any hunter [...]
Xandra | January 23, 2007
So…I’m moving to the Boonies (TM) next week. We didn’t originally call it The Boonies, and it really isn’t as full of Boonie-goodness as it could be. I mean, we still get city water and the trash gets picked up. Plus, we got us one of them indoor-outhouses. More’n one, in [...]
