My little niece came to stay with us at our house in the mountains. I think that it was a different sort of experience for her. At one point in the visit, after it had gotten dark and all the … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: September 2014
I don’t know what the game was. I’m not sure what I was up to. I used to like to take the gas gauge all the way down to “E” and then past….all the way down, like the vapors would … Continue reading
The world’s a big place. There are monkeys everywhere but here. Damned monkeys. Damned. … Continue reading
Listen to the intro to this….Chad and Jeremy….and, later….Pete Best. Man. The MC’s description of the duo Batdorf and Rodney is a good one. This was a good group. … Continue reading
If I’d been born 20 years earlier, I might be crowing that Bill Haley and the Comets were the “real music”. It’s just the luck of the draw that I’m not really into Bill Haley and the Comets. It could … Continue reading
I started working out a little the other day. “Little” is the best description I could come up with. It’s not a full-on onslaught…..it’s just a few pushups…maybe a sit-up or two. But it’s a start. Movement of any kind….that’s … Continue reading
This is funny because these babies have fur. Our baby can tease animals….but it’s never quite as funny. The teasing starts out well….pet, pet, pet….but the kitty fur is so soft….so nice to grab a handful. That’s not so funny for … Continue reading
I get up early to write a little on this blog before I get to go to work. Did you notice how I exchanged “get to” for “have to”? That’s just one of the things I can do to “psyche myself … Continue reading
Isaac and I replaced 2 of the 8 broken panes of glass over at the new (really old) place yesterday. It’s amazing what a difference clear glass that isn’t broken can make. If you can focus on that one section … Continue reading
Ah, Martin Sexton….sounds like you have a handle on “happy”. Good for you. I’m pretty happy most of the time….and that’s a good thing….but sometimes that Norwegian thing must kick in and I’m kind of morose. Must be something genetic … Continue reading