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On the couch

by Cellobella on Tuesday, May 25, 2010 · 1 comment

Most nights, unless I’m at bridge, at some point I will be on the couch. This couch in particular. (not the Alpha couch) Wearing this same fleece. In fact I’m wearing it now. Oh and those ugg boots, now with an interesting nail polish stripe across one toe. Which yes, I am also wearing as [...]

Leaving home

by Cellobella on Tuesday, August 26, 2008 · 1 comment

The ceiling was high, the walls white, the furniture dark and shabby. There was a leadlight window looking over a green courtyard. A single bed. A wastepaper basket. Outside, playful shouts echoed off the high red brick walls. Joy as friends caught up after a long hot summer break. New. Shy. I stayed in my [...]

The last person to make No Knead Bread

by Cellobella on Friday, July 18, 2008

I am well behind the rest of the world on this one. The NY Times unveiled the No Knead Bread recipe on the 8th November 2006 and I have only today found time to make it. Well yesterday and today. The trick is allowing the dough time to rise – 18 hours – and I [...]

Working from home can be distracting

by Cellobella on Thursday, March 27, 2008

Today I finally got access to the work VPN which means that now, I can access my work email and documents from home. Now that could be a good thing – I’ve got a couple of reports to write and I wanted to do that in the relative peace of home – but instead I’ve [...]

From bar to e-nook in one generation

by Cellobella on Sunday, February 24, 2008

Today the Sunday paper’s real estate section taught me that areas like the one we have our computers in is no longer a “bar” but an “e-nook”. Here’s me in my e-nook: As you might be able to tell in this photo – waaay back in 1977 when our house was built, complete with exposed [...]

Home sweet home

by Cellobella on Saturday, January 19, 2008

Home. There is nothing quite like opening your front door after being away and smelling that stale air of unlived in space and knowing it is YOURS! Seeing a few dusty corners, blessing your housesitting friends for making the house tidy (was it tidy when we left? I don’t remember…) and bagsing the shower first. [...]