Through the x365 project, I started reading Indigo Bunting and Mali (below). Then Mrs. Slocombe started commenting on IB's blog and I went over there to see what that was all about. And from that, I found Kate and Kate...
Every Day I Plant a Tree is Kate's response to the massive wildfires in southern Australia this past summer (our winter). She plants trees now. And she writes about it here.
Mrs. Slocombe writes about everything. He (his real name is Peter and he lives with aformentioned Kate--he took his handle from the hilarious double-entendre-filled Britcom "Are You Being Served?") is a poet and a father and a widower and a transplant from England and just amazing to read. He once compared me to George Orwell and then gave it the caveat, "not in the feverishly dystopic way" but as a compliment. When he comments I know I've done good, you know? I love to read anything he puts up--stories of his life, his lovely daughter, poetry, and so forth. And I always have to have an English-to-English dictionary page open...it's expanded my vocabulary, going there.
Mali has two blogs. Right now. I think she's had a total of at least four since I started reading her. She currently has A Separate Life and Travelalphablog. A Separate Life chronicles life in her New Zealand home--past and present. This is all made richer by the fact that I read her x365 and an alphablog she kept over the past few years. I feel like I really know her, even though I don't even know her real name...and she's had a fascinating life, which is made apparent in the Travelalphablog (try saying that three times fast), which is an A is for Apple kind of blog, except all the of the "is for's" are destinations. Places where she has visited. And she's been, wow, everywhere. I mean it. The pictures alone. Envy.
Lastly, another Kate, this one Going In Circles also in Australia. I found her via Mrs. Slocombe, and I come to read it when it is updated, not as often as I'd like. She wrote a series about the death of her sister that made me feel like I was standing in her kitchen watching the whole thing happen. She later took it down on request of other relatives, which I can understand, but it was amazingly good and bitterly sad. She writes sort of like how I would like to when I have teenagers. If that makes sense. Still in the thick of it but able to take the long view.
Lastly, next post, is a listing of blogs I visit and read because I must be amused when I'm stuck nursing a baby and have nothing to say (it does happen, really).