I'm an autistic multipotentialist and I'm "old" now. If that's not 3 strikes against me, I don't know what is…
Author: Les Becker
Les Becker is a fiction/freelance writer and craft artist based in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario CANADA. She is an autistic Multipotentialist (roughly translated: Discombobulated Starving Artist), Urban Homesteader and currently employed by two bosses of both the Canine and Feline persuasions, which means that most of her nights are dark and full of terror.
There’s not much more to say about her. She writes.
Sunday Dinner-and-a-Movie at Ruby’s last night was disrupted, interrupted and kerfluffled – but in the most fun possible way…
It was my turn to cook. I made a rather passable broccoli and cheese stuffed meatloaf, served up with home-grown potatoes (that I growed my own self!) and a can of corn – I don’t grow corn, canned or otherwise. Continue reading “Stories Beat a Movie Every Time…”
My big project for 2014 (aside from becoming “Independently Self-Sufficient”, that is) was to be able to feed the household without having to purchase any vegetable I could grow myself.
Actually, the garden was a major part of the “Independently Self-Sufficient” plan – I just knew damned well that I could only just begin the project this year. I could only plant the stuff, and hope that in a year or two, I had learned enough and grown the garden large enough that we wouldn’t need to purchase items like tomatoes, cucumbers, strawberries and blueberries, melons, peas… you know – the kind of stuff that people around here manage to grow in sufficient amounts in their backyards.
My main concern was that gardeners around here have a big one-up on me.
This is what I get for complaining about losing against Ruby in cribbage. I don’t know where her luck (er… talent?) comes from, but after winning my second game in about 8 1/2 years (!!!) against her a couple of weeks ago, I was very disgruntled tonight to see that she’s back on her winning streak.
Somewhere between Wawa and Hawk Junction is a little town called Magpie…
Sometime during the 1930’s, Ruby’s sister Darla, and her husband Harry lived there. In fact, that’s where Ruby’s nephew Satch was born 78 years ago, and he still gets a kick out of telling people where he originated, since nobody’s ever heard of it.
Ruby and I have been playing cribbage together since early in 2007. Usually she wins – lots of times I get skunked, and now and again she’s double-skunked me. I don’t know how many games we’ve played in all that time, but I know how many times I’ve beaten her.
Twice. Twice.
One of those two times was tonight.
And tonight I. Skunked. Ruby.
If it weren’t a Sunday, I’d have bought beer by now, to celebrate. A whole case of beer.