About me

Hello. My name is Sheila. Saying I'm a girl feels like a double negative. I enjoy reading, riding my bike, and much prefer the company of animals to humans. Growing up, I ran through the gamut of strange pets. Perhaps the most bizarre thing that happened to me was when my pet duck Peeper proceeded to enact his Freudian fantasies by vigorously humping my head and nearly drowning me in the pool. I was eleven.

Indeed, one could say I am a prematurely aging cat lady. Here are my two furballs, Sable and Rory-Lion, engaging in a friendly kiss.

Enough about cats. I know I am sickening quite a few of you.

Here are some details to flesh out my person: I live for traveling, can't cook worth a damn, am terrible at technology, and love singing self-composed ditties as I ride my bicycle at night. This, I rationalize to myself, is to prevent mugging, as I hope would be miscreants will assume I am a bag lady and stay the hell away.

I apologize for how hideous this blog looks. Eventually I'm going to ask my computer whiz little sister to teach me a few tricks to beautify my blog. Until then, bear with the fluffy dandelions and know it is not representative of me as a person.