What’s that saying about good fences making good neighbors? “Good fences make good neighbors”? Something like that. I got up early this morning….really early. Crazy early. Early enough that when Jenny woke up and poked her head out of the bedroom … Continue reading
Yearly Archives: 2015
You have to be careful with how you look things up on YouTube. If you use a keyword that’s too inclusive, you can get a lot of weird options. If you look up “permaculture”, it’s pretty safe. That’s a narrow … Continue reading
When I looked up “adventure” on YouTube, I got a bunch of Lego videos. When the primary user of YouTube is your 5-year-old son, you get a lot of Lego videos if you look anything up. Netflix is the same … Continue reading
What the heck?! I sat here….writing a blog post…drinking coffee….and get to the point where I’m going to save the latest part….and it wouldn’t do it. So….I restored the backup of the post…..tried to save it….wouldn’t do it….closed the window … Continue reading
There’s no skunk on our porch. It smells like it….but there’s no skunk. The weather’s getting nice enough that we can have some windows open again….let the fresh air in. The fresh air is full of temporary skunk juice….skunk excretions….so … Continue reading
I think that the tiring thing about delivering mail in the snow is feeling like you had to concentrate all the time on your driving. That’s kind of a scary thought….to think that I’m reveling in the dry weather and … Continue reading
Holy Crap. What a depressing thing to choose to write about. I woke up this morning as bereft of blog ideas as usual. Nobody “woke up laughing” last night….and I was more blurry headed than usual…so when I started looking … Continue reading
I woke up this morning to the sound of raucous laughter. Sparrow must have been having a good dream because she was laughing her head off. When a little baby is sleeping 10 inches from your head, it’s not hard … Continue reading
Nate looked at me the other morning like he was studying something, and then he said, “you’re all alone”. I asked him what he meant and he told me “you’re all alone because both your parents are dead”. Good grief. … Continue reading
Bedtime is hard. Not “all the time” hard. Just hard sometimes. I’m not talking about my bedtime. My bedtime is easy. When I get to go to sleep, I don’t fight it. I relish getting to go to sleep. I … Continue reading