| Site Owner: | cygnoir |
| Site Name: | klaxon du cygnoir |
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| Articles Posted: | 17 |
| Bio: | Captain of a public library. 🖖 Reader, writer, & storyteller. 📚 Always writing things down with nice pens. 🖋️ She/her. ✨ Opinions & ink choices my own. |
An adoption story Posted on Dec 7, 2019, 2:12 am
Before we met Crivens and Criminy, FunkyPlaid and I visited a local cat café, thinking that we might meet some kittens for adoption, or at least get to play with and cuddle some cute cats. When we arrived, we soon discovered that the vibe of the cat café was much like being invited to a party by friends who then didn’t show up. We hung out awkwardly and watched other guests attempt to catch the interest of very sleepy cats.
I can see clearly now Posted on Dec 6, 2019, 12:12 am
Progressive lenses: I held out for as long as I could, but this past year has been rough without correction for mid- to near-distance.
The joy of kittens Posted on Dec 5, 2019, 1:12 am
We let Criminy & Crivens out of their “sanctuary room” for supervised excursions around the rest of our home. They don’t have the run of the place, not quite yet, until we kitten-proof it all.
On keeping a journal Posted on Dec 4, 2019, 1:12 am
I don’t remember my life without a daily journal. My first one had a puffy cover with a brass lock and tiny key. It is gone now, the pages rotted or burned or shredded. What secrets could those pages possibly have carried, what secrets accumulated in seven short years?
Surprising myself with data Posted on Dec 3, 2019, 1:12 am
One of the small yet positive habits I have adopted this year is mood tracking. Exist is a “quantified self” service with lots of features, including an easy-to-use mood tracker with a single 1-5 rating and a short description field.
Holidailies 2019 begins Posted on Dec 1, 2019, 10:12 pm
Despite being mired in one of the most antisocial, uncreative periods of my life to date, I’ve decided to participate in Holidailies with a goal of writing something every day this December. And instead of doing this on WordPress, I’m going to invest some time and energy into the Micro.blog community instead.
Ginkgo leaves in California last week. Posted on Dec 3, 2018, 1:12 am
(I needed to share something brighter than the last post.)
Treading the water of okay. Posted on Dec 2, 2018, 10:12 pm
I’ll follow the lead of my dear sharky friend and try to sum up 2018. Another friend recently asked how I was doing and I spewed a bunch of words, then immediately regretted not answering with a simple, “Okay, how’s by you?”
Homesick. Posted on Dec 7, 2017, 1:12 am
Have you ever been homesick for more than one home?
Bloom off the rose. Posted on Dec 6, 2017, 1:12 am
I don’t mean to eavesdrop on the breakup. My earbuds are in but I’ve woken up with a start, and the podcast that I was listening to has ended. I don’t have noise-canceling earbuds, so if there isn’t anything playing I can hear everything going on around me.
Encyclopedia Brown and Mister Rogers. Posted on Dec 5, 2017, 2:12 am
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t obsessed with notebooks. The first notebook I remember loving so hard that I wore it down to a floppy nub was spiral-bound with an orange cover. In my notebook I wrote down a lot of facts that I thought Encyclopedia Brown would need to know if he ever needed my help to solve one of his cases.
Postponing nothing. Posted on Dec 4, 2017, 1:12 am
Sometimes when I stroll through the circulation workroom of my library, a book cover catches my eye but because my to-read pile is already unreasonably large, I will merely nod respectfully to it and keep walking.
Yeah, right.
Not mine anymore. Posted on Dec 3, 2017, 11:12 pm
Face-down on the operating table, I’m not yet numb. This part had escaped my meticulous mental preparation — not so meticulous after all — and when I realize that the numbing portion of the day’s festivities will involve injections of lidocaine, the familiar effervescence of panic travels across the backs of my arms and into my scalp.
Where were you? Posted on Dec 2, 2017, 3:12 am
I hear a piercing cry from somewhere in the house. It’s a small house, but sound carries and bounces and hides. I do a full circuit, glancing in all of the usual places, and get halfway around again before I hear another cry, this time from upstairs.
On making messes. Posted on Dec 6, 2015, 7:12 pm
I have never been terribly good at making messes. I cringe at my own floundering, especially when it comes to writing, because my taste is better than my current skill level. NaNoWriMo was a special kind of hell for me.
Perpetual twilight in the Beast's castle. Posted on Dec 5, 2015, 12:12 pm
So what’s a sick, sleep-deprived, creatively-stagnant, FunkyPlaid-missing swan to do?
You’re right. Touring spooky castles in virtual reality is a spectacular idea.
Holidailies 2015. Posted on Dec 1, 2015, 12:12 am
Hello again, Holidailies! I decided to celebrate my first-ever NaNoWriMo win with another month-long writing project.