Cleaning Up: A Gift Bag of Good Intentions
Clearly, there's a message in these bottles.
Last week I received a less than subtle rebuke regarding my slovenly ways, make that alleged slovenly ways....
Does a Bird Poop in the Kitchen?
Direct hit: a disapproving dive bomb, a bird's rebuke on my blog?
When a Critic Came to Roost or...
Yesterday the mercury neared 70 degrees, a...
Lawn Mowing Hypothesis Tested and Confirmed
After weeks of extensive testing and observation, I can unequivocally and confidently say my hypothesis holds true; the lawn is not going to mow...
Today Is Special…And So Is Tomorrow
Whether tap water, hard cider (above) or French Champagne, drink up, toast the day.
I have a quirk (okay, maybe a lot of quirks),...
Today’s Proverb: A Load of Crap
Today's Proberb (based on local feedback)
He who has a parcel of errands in town, should refrain from first loading his truck with manure...or perhaps
If...
Sorry Ma’am, I’m Out of Jam (for Now)
With my last jar of jam (apricot) spoken for, I am officially out of preserves.
Seasonal changes surround me, bare branches have a costume...
Being Followed by More Than a Moon Shadow
I'm not sure if it's the snoring bulldogs (who share a combined decibel level of an idling chainsaw) or the sump pump activation two...
Making My Mark: A Cure for the Common Cold
Like most men, I complain when I'm sick. (Cough, sneeze, whine, repeat.) Fortunately for friends and family alike, Boz and Gracie endure my pithy...
A Man, His Truck, and the Road Not Traveled
With rear-wheel drive, snow is not our friend
Life doesn't always turn out the way you initially visualize it. My teen mind daydreamed about a...
You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby…
My mother just turned 80, and the family was together to celebrate not only the milestone but the lovely woman who wears it so...
