Gather 'round…
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 →
There’s not a lot of wood out there in the wood piles. Specifically, there’s this much: I’ve recently taken to telling people that we have literally 17 sticks of dry wood for the winter. While that is only true in the Gen Z rendition of ‘literally’, it's not far off. Who are we kidding? It’s... Continue Reading →
A spent toad graced the left rut of my driveway this morning, an unfortunate casualty of the early morning commuters. I'll spare you pictures--mostly because the phone was in the house whilst I mounted my morning walk investigation--but this was a large toad when he lived in three dimensions. Now, as most of him--but not... Continue Reading →
Gunflint Trail, USA When your 88-year-old friend and his youthful 81-year-old wife reach out to tell you that they've been cooped up in their tiny apartment for seven months, and furthermore there is a decent amount of failing health to contend with and worry over, and that really, all said friend would like is one... Continue Reading →
I am here to tell you that WD-40 does not clean your toilet of mineral deposits or lime scale, or really anything. No matter what you read on the internet. My toilet? Is not clean. I am, however, inordinately concerned with the health of our septic system now that I have flushed 50cc of water-displacing... Continue Reading →
What is it about time with certain authors that makes me want to write? Anne Lamott. Geneen Roth (kinda). Mike Perry. Looking at the list du jour, it seems that those who make me want to write are those who write like me, or those whom I want to write like, and on my better... Continue Reading →
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 →
There is a small lull in the action that is Christmas 2018. Sensing the quiet moment, Larry has woken up. For five minutes. In general, winter is not his jam. As he creeps ever-closer to geriatricity, his wintertime wakings are fewer and farther between. This year, his first arousal came on Christmas Eve, just as... Continue Reading →
I love Annie Dillard. Non-Fiction, anyway. I can't speak to her fiction. But her NF is brilliant.It's interesting to me how I can forget things so easily. I was in the middle of An American Childhood when it had to go back to the library many months ago, and I never did get it back. Plum... Continue Reading →
Sherm has come for a visit. With the exception of one hideous experiment in the rescuing of motherless (and untrainable) kittens, we have not had cats in the house since we've been married. I've always had cats. I love cats. Scott is allergic to cats. Sherman is here because my folks are on their way... Continue Reading →
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz My goodreads rating: 5 of 5 stars I've been on a serious non-fiction jag. Kind of a non-reading jag, really. Summer and all that, I suppose. Not sure how it throws me so far off kilter, but it does. Regardless, when fall... Continue Reading →
The wood splitter is headed down the road, back home to the West Hill. For the last time of 2018. This means, for the uninitiated, that the wood for the year is complete. Or so we hope. Every year, we think we have a better handle on what we will actually burn in the coming... Continue Reading →
Tales From the Nexus 