I put the decking on the treehouse yesterday….so there’s something to stand on up there now. Jenny got up and agreed that it felt really high off the ground. When I’d put most of the decking on, I got down … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: February 2016
Man. I’m thinking about that treehouse….imagining how to make it “baby proof”….figuring out how to keep physically competent maniacs from launching themselves over the edge. And….that’s a problem. The trouble with voicing fear is that, sooner or later, if something … Continue reading
The older kids had a treehouse when they were little. I built it out of scabbed together wood and rough materials…..and a lot of love. That’s all you have sometimes….a tiny bit of money….and some love. I painted it green. I … Continue reading
I don’t know a whole lot about Shirley Chisholm. What I know is what I remember from reading the headlines on my paper route back in New Jersey….before we moved to Georgia…..and what I read in Wikipedia now….so I don’t … Continue reading
Dan Price out in Oregon….in his small underground home. Pared down to the essentials….constantly getting rid of things. I like to go to thrift stores and BUY, BUY, BUY!!! A bargain that closes things in around you is really not … Continue reading
I watched some of this video this morning and thought, “man….there’s a lot of weird stuff on YouTube”. Then I remembered that a documentary was a film about real things. IT’S NOT YOUTUBE THAT’S WEIRD….IT’S ALL THESE UNUSUAL PEOPLE! Pretty strange. Slab … Continue reading
A co-worker at the post office found a guitar in a trash can a while back. She gave it to me. It was an old Ibanez copy of a stratocaster….a “Silver Series” guitar that, even though it was pretty beat … Continue reading
OK….check this out. My daughter sent a photo of the moon in to Jones Soda for possible use as a label picture….and hers was accepted!! Pretty cool. Here’s the label: I was pretty proud of her….that’s a fun way … Continue reading
We’re building a treehouse. We’re building a treehouse the hardest way. The hardest way is me….yelling on a ladder…..balancing one side of an unfinished rectangle…..trying to figure out how to screw the end that needs to go around the outside … Continue reading