April 18th, 2026
Good Mousekeeping
Oh my goodness. Did I really turn off a perfectly tragic turn by the Capitals only to watch an animated version of the same thing on ESPN starring characters from Disney's Inside Out? Get 'em while they're young, I guess.
Thing is, cartoons or not, the game between the Caps and the Rangers was real. The score, the impact on the boys from Moscow on the Potomac's playoff chances... all of that was very real. The season didn't get any better as time wore on. The Capitals, the Red Wings, and the Predators fell from grace. They called their agents and headed for the links.
Instead of writing about all of this, my turtle brain guided me to sink into primordial ooze. There were other things going on as well. Maybe it was just easier to let the shank end of this season stand as a weird personal avatar. It was a proverbial scrim over the weirdness that is life right now.
Fellow artists are hunting down and stockpiling supplies. We've gone from doing happy dances at great deals to wondering if political instability means a stick of pressed charcoal from Eastern Euroe is going to cost as much as a box of Rembrandt pastels used to run. My own stalled refit of my studio is finally starting to move forward.
Some of us -most of us- are getting serious about growing our own food, cooking more, living lighter and more gently on the land. When there were complaints from Mouse Mom about feeling logy and clogged, I went to the kitchen and made the best vegan street tacos ever. The filling was made from lentils and walnuts. I challenge anyone to miss the meat. Chez Churchmouse is now mostly vegan.
I feel like I am shaking myself awake. Neglected classes in language, Tai Chi, and other subjects and a really silly ministry project call for my attention. Making music, telling stories, and making art are starting to speak life again. My Librarything is getting revamped and the care that is overdue for my physical surroundings is starting. These are details, but they are the markers to take life one step at a time as God reveals what I am supposed to be doing. This is moving slowly, but it is moving.
Squeak!
Mouse
Thing is, cartoons or not, the game between the Caps and the Rangers was real. The score, the impact on the boys from Moscow on the Potomac's playoff chances... all of that was very real. The season didn't get any better as time wore on. The Capitals, the Red Wings, and the Predators fell from grace. They called their agents and headed for the links.
Instead of writing about all of this, my turtle brain guided me to sink into primordial ooze. There were other things going on as well. Maybe it was just easier to let the shank end of this season stand as a weird personal avatar. It was a proverbial scrim over the weirdness that is life right now.
Fellow artists are hunting down and stockpiling supplies. We've gone from doing happy dances at great deals to wondering if political instability means a stick of pressed charcoal from Eastern Euroe is going to cost as much as a box of Rembrandt pastels used to run. My own stalled refit of my studio is finally starting to move forward.
Some of us -most of us- are getting serious about growing our own food, cooking more, living lighter and more gently on the land. When there were complaints from Mouse Mom about feeling logy and clogged, I went to the kitchen and made the best vegan street tacos ever. The filling was made from lentils and walnuts. I challenge anyone to miss the meat. Chez Churchmouse is now mostly vegan.
I feel like I am shaking myself awake. Neglected classes in language, Tai Chi, and other subjects and a really silly ministry project call for my attention. Making music, telling stories, and making art are starting to speak life again. My Librarything is getting revamped and the care that is overdue for my physical surroundings is starting. These are details, but they are the markers to take life one step at a time as God reveals what I am supposed to be doing. This is moving slowly, but it is moving.
Squeak!
Mouse