And so, she didn’t
Last evening, I finally accepted what had been obvious for ages. My tablet had died. The cause of death was that the power plug-in area somehow was not doing its…
Tara Choate Time doesn’t return
“Here’s a wake-up call to anyone who feels the call to make art: Don’t WAIT! Start small, start with a sketchbook, collage or something you can make at your kitchen…
Spuddle, Double and Chuckle! Oh, never Subtle.
Spuddle: A useful verb from the 17th century that means to work feebly and ineffectively, because your mind is elsewhere, or you haven’t quite woken up yet. To be extremely…
The letter I haven’t sent
A couple of weeks ago, Key and I moved up in the run order and thus got into a nosework trial. I was excited and pleased. The drive was about…
Fallow
Fallow: (of farmland) plowed and harrowed but left unsown for a period in order to restore its fertility as part of a crop rotation or to avoid surplus production. It’s…
Pluviophile
Noun: Someone who loves the rain, who finds joy and peace of mind in rainy days. I have a list of potential blog titles, and when I came across this…
Layers
Some of you may notice that I didn’t post last week. That was a deliberate decision on my part. I had made it through a week of work and then…
Wound-i-er and wind-i-er
It’s been a busy week here at the Choate Den. Let’s do a recap and see if I can present a lesson. (Spoiler: I actually do!) Strada September Challenge As…
What I meant to write
Art shows always seem to come at the same time. Feast or famine. It would be great to have one a month, but it’s more likely you’ll have five in…