Got m’self in the paper again, yessir I did. Yep, yep, yep. *shines fingernails* This is, as I’m sure you can imagine, quite the feat of fame and fortune in a town like Colfax, where all 1,054 of us are fighting for airtime. Burbling masses all vying for the limelight. Competitive newsmaking at its finest... Continue Reading →
Not COVID, Part CO(VI)D…
Boy, oh, boy. I'm gonna make this part short, because I know I'M sick of this particular saga, so I can only imagine that you are too. Here's the long and the short of it: Not COVID was COVID. Damn it. You see, as I last reported, I had passed the mystery bug on to... Continue Reading →
Having a Saturday
So I've had about enough of this guy: I know, the picture doesn't really give you anything to be immediately irate about. Seemed no matter the angle, I couldn't show how very flat half of that hosta is. So anyway, it's flat. Why? Because we've got a coon that likes to visit at night and... Continue Reading →
Integration
So we've had these irises for fifteen years. One would think that I'd have taken note before now. But one would be wrong. It is a fact universally acknowledged that plants go through a relatively straight-forward growth cycle: Spring comes and our little friends burst through the earth and shoot skyward.The bud, whether miniscule or... Continue Reading →
A month down the line…
It's been soggy here in the Nexus. Which is good, because we've had a painfully dry spring. You just shouldn't see the grass browning in May. What with our new Pacific Northwest climate, things have been greening up nicely. Em's perennial beds are full to bursting The first iris even blew its top Grr You... Continue Reading →
Sproing
Yikes. Y'ever just feel like the fast forward button is stuck on? It's spring--well, it was spring, until winter came back, but let's not dwell--so that certainly plays a part, unleashing wild rips of energy. I won't lead you to believe that I'm overly productive, but spring has definitely kicked me into a higher gear,... Continue Reading →
The Fita
The fleet of Hondas is expanding. They're kind of taking over the homestead. Back in 2018, when the newly minted adult Rachel was in the market for her first car, she wanted a manual, and then she wanted to learn to drive said manual. We searched and searched, she and I, and happened upon a... Continue Reading →
Catching up, and A Plea
Wow. So I totally left ya' hangin' there. With the COVID. Sincere apologies. We are still alive. Not to worry. Test #2 was still negativo, and not a one of us got sick. Three cheers for masking and distancing and wiping down All The Things! Even if we weren't doing it perfectly, we survived hours... Continue Reading →
Inflammation of the phalanges
We'll call it an incident. I suppose we could call it aging. Or stupidity. But we're going to go with an incident. It started with that damned cardboard. I've always known my fingers were bulls-eyes for arthritis. My childhood is pocked with memories of my mom's engorged knuckles and all the digital calisthenics employed to... Continue Reading →
Expansion
Warning: Shamelessly personal picture post... We were blessed to welcome a son-in-law into the fold this weekend: With the exception of Baby Rar being completely out of his mind through most of the festivities, the wedding went off without a hitch, and that is a gift. Alex, like Courtney, has 9 siblings. You should have... Continue Reading →
Book Review: Some Assembly Required: A Journal of My Son’s First Son
Some Assembly Required by Anne Lamott Just as she chronicled the first year with her son, Sam, Anne Lamott this time lays bare her first year with Sam's son, Jax. And of course she does it beautifully. Lamott is Lamott, and the artistry with which she washes her familial story will keep me coming back... Continue Reading →
Critical Update
Yes. Oh, yes. Do you see that? That is a fire. On the hearth. Our hearth. Let me catch you up... First of all, I can't believe I made it through that whole last post without including pictures of Sherman the Wonder Cat. And BABY RAR. Allow me to rectify... Christmas Eve. Pre-church. Baby Rar... Continue Reading →