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 →

A Break

The rains are here this morning. Somehow this is perfect. There is a certain urgency I have in spring when the sun emerges and the weather is warm enough to just sit in that sun and read a book. There is something inside that scolds me if I’m not taking advantage of as much of... Continue Reading →

Point: Krista

In an effort to keep y'all apprised of the mole and mower sitchee-ation... A Brief State of the Homestead Address: In the days following the discovery of the mole invasion whilst atop the crippled lawn mower, progress has been made on many fronts. The girls did some raking early on in the week, and took... Continue Reading →

Another round

The moles are working overtime these days. It is spring, the temporal realm of the mole, and they have--apparently--declared this the year to finally decimate the Ottinger Homestead once and for all. Sound Familiar? Well, sure it does... I went out yesterday, to stomp down the run that I shaved off the day before when... Continue Reading →

[Way Back Wednesday] A confession…

Get this... I've been at this blogging gig for over 5 years. According to my statistical underlings, I've posted 323 unique posts in that time. Many of which I don't even remember writing. 185,438 words. I gotta say... I'm shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of all those words. That's a couple of books... Continue Reading →

Birds and Babies

I'll make up for my overly verbose last post with an abbreviated one today... I just saw my first tufted titmouse. Ever. Here at my own birdfeeder. Where the squirrels play. Yes, he was adorable. The slackline is up, the treehouse is swept out and in use, and the driveway is muddy. The first tree... Continue Reading →

We have to move

We've officially changed our status from farm to wildlife preserve. Hostile wildlife preserve, but the distinction is lost on the wildlife. Last Wednesday I posted about the chipmunk that destroyed Scott's pride. I am happy, for Scott's sake, to report that our little chippy must have sensed the collective rise in the blood pressure of... Continue Reading →

A confession…

I think I killed a mole this morning. This might not seem that strange. Or maybe it does. Some explanation, possibly... About four years ago, my brother moved in next door. The thirteen-lined gophers that previously inhabited his land staged a revolt. His acres of lawn were pocked with earthen mounds, and the gophers themselves... Continue Reading →

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