a six word biography, a spicy grandma, and a halloween candy experiment.

the tag sale was awful. besides this nice man, there were a few other nice people--one woman wrote a note to my grandparents thanking them for parting with some of their treasures so she could have some.

he lived there for 53 years! leaving the house was very hard for my sweet grandpa.

i have major goat future dreams. where other girls dream of weddings and dream homes and celebrity husbands, i dream of goats.
also featured is a photo of moto the cat, fighting an evil scarf, and a drawing of my favorite hiding/nap place as a kid, laid in for the last time. with my uncle billy's american legion hat on.

really. i can't get it right for getting it wrong.

two more rooms. i might be done drawing the house now. it is sold and some new people are living in it and it is a felony if i try to go through the front door, now. there is a LOT of stuff left out of the basement drawing. like, every object in the entire world.

my grandparents are moving out of the home that they raised me in--the home that they raised themselves in for fifty seven years. it is really hard for me to think someone else will live in this space, even though i've not lived there for years. the house has hardly changed at all during my whole lifetime, but for the past few weeks we've been tearing it apart, packing and selling and throwing away. the house barely resembles the one that is in my memories. so, being the sentimental obsessive that i am, i've became fixated on drawing all of the rooms the way i remember them. what if i do this for the rest of my life? i might have to build a diorama. i might have to build a life-size diorama.

this is formally dedicated to sky sabin. i am pleased that he likes my drawings enough to want to be in them. but, for the record, i'd have probably made the witch joke into a comic either way.

i wish i had a secret language. i found a journal from my great grandmother, and she wrote sometimes in code. if i don't explain my imagery, that's a sort of code, right?

life skills.

if you give me a pen, the likelihood is high that i will eventually draw little cartoons of the bones in my hand ON my hand.

it is strange that this is a pattern in my life, but i have been in a lot of situations in which i am totally shocked and surprised that someone has just kissed me. i think, normally, people see a kiss coming, but there have been enough incidents where a kiss is a total shock that it MUST be something that i'm doing wrong. this was a harmless surprise kiss during a mountain goats concert, but unnerving all the same. and then also, that down there is iron and wine. i (thanks to some generous and talented friends) got to see him sing in this little church in london, and it was lovely.

stonehenge was not as impressive as i thought, although it still made me feel a little spine shiver and ignited a small interest in druids. mostly, they really did just look like big stone pants.

i missed linus SO BADLY when i was in europe. i kept feeling like he was behind me or near me. i love that guy.
every morning, at this music festival i went to, i woke up in my tent, and went to this bakery that was set up in the woods, and got a cream scone with strawberry jam and clotted cream and a cup of earl gray tea and sat on the grass and read my book. it was the best. since i've been back home, i've been trying all sorts of things to reenact those moments. to no avail.

my airplane didn't crash, don't worry! but those things are CRAZY. i've flown in plenty of airplanes but every time, i'm like, what the HELL is happening? more about that, later.

i am going to england tomorrow! all my stuff is strapped onto my backpack and ready to go! this is what it looks like. and that is emily dickenson.

in fact, all of these things were cooked while i was in my underpants only because it was too hot in my kitchen. don't tell anyone! they tasted just like if i had cooked them with all my clothes on.

even though earl was the wimpiest hurricane, ever, he made the ocean REAL crashy the night before he swept by.

i really would have NEVER recognized bruce willis. sorry, action movie fans. and up on top! is a tiny pictogram of the things i am packing to take with me to england.