Little Bit Broken

Alexandra Jump

  • What a wich’d piss’ah,

    I ask for music in the OR. Instead of Lizzo, I switched it up to Shiboozey: Little Good News. In Boston vernacular a “wich’d piss’ah is something really fantastic. Sounds the opposite of what it really is, but it is… Continue reading

    What a wich’d piss’ah,

  • Is it a typical day?

    I wake up somewhere before 6, normally because the cat is walking on top of me, giving out because she hears the preset coffee pot going. Maybe she hears P.’s alarm. I don’t really hear much because my hearing aids… Continue reading

    Is it a typical day?

  • Testing

    Testing was never my forte. In Jr. High I was at Milton Academy, only because of my stepfather’s family. My Grandfather had been headmaster and my uncle Phil taught there. My mother distanced herself from the Perry family after David’s… Continue reading

    Testing

  • Some of the stuff that runs in my brain

    The last post I did on this blog was pretty clear on what I was thinking. And to be quite honest, I agree with what I said then and I hold true to it now. That being said, it has… Continue reading

    Some of the stuff that runs in my brain

  • Fuck Putin and Fuck Trump

    This was coming. Zelensky saw it, but because the Ukraine is not part of NATO, hands are tied. He has stayed with this people and is perhaps the bravest leader I will know in my lifetime. This is where I… Continue reading

  • Treasure or the Coin

    I have been thinking a lot about the purpose of the studio and my writing and my yarn. Black Ram Designs found a home on Main Street in Cabot Vermont earlier this year. I was looking for a place for… Continue reading

  • I am not a political prophet…but

    I have a political theory on the whole holding back of the impeachment articles to the senate and the recent airstrike in Baghdad. I believe that pretty much everybody has gotten tired of the impeachment issue. But  arresting the process… Continue reading

  • 20/20 hindsight

    If I spent this day looking back, I would not see what is before me.  Hindsight they say is 20/20, you can see perfectly.  I don’t think that is true.  I think we choose to see the past through filters.… Continue reading

  • End of a Decade and the Art of Being

    So this is the end of a pretty bumpy decade.  Since I was born in 65 it is easy to to gauge things in decades, 5-15, 15-25, 25-35, 35-45, and now 45-55.  I am not 55 yet, but will be… Continue reading

  • Dyeing in the Kitchen

    There has been a bunch of dyeing going on at home.   Lulu called the other night and ask me what I was up to and I said dyeing and she laughed and said, oh, dyeing  in the kitchen and we… Continue reading