What the heck is that sound ringing in the middle of my girlfriend's boyfriend's guitar solo? It doesn't go with the song? Why is it still playing? Oh crap, is that the alarm clock? Ringing at 3:45 am? I'm sort of awakened from my dream, but close my eyes again and start to drift off.… Continue reading An alarming relocate morning
Month: December 2017
Laundry patina has come a long way baby
I remember my grandma using our 1900's Cream City copper kettle when she was doing laundry. I was pretty young back then, but old enough to notice the level of depth doing the laundry represented. Imagine having to soak your clothes in a copper tub, use a washboard to scrub the clothes (not too hard,… Continue reading Laundry patina has come a long way baby
A stretch of the Christmas tree arrival
When I was little, the exact date of the arrival of our Christmas tree was always an unknown. Being influential at that time, I came to understand the appearance of our tree would be a mystery of sorts - stretching out well into December. We'd end up with a tree eventually, but rarely as soon… Continue reading A stretch of the Christmas tree arrival
A bubbling up of ‘I should’ve know better’
At my age, I should know better. About a lot of things. Like knowing when to keep my mouth shut or speak up; when to say 'no' to one more beer; when to close up the bag of chips before I regret the puff factor showing up the next day, etc. You get it. My… Continue reading A bubbling up of ‘I should’ve know better’
A dog’s view – fences and gates
In our dog's small world, fences and gates keep him safe. He loves to lounge or strut about sniffing the air full of scents from far away lands. He's not alone in the yard, the fence serves as a nice landing spot for birds and lichen to grow. The early morning fog rolls softly around it… Continue reading A dog’s view – fences and gates
Where holiday stuff becomes zoo-like
This time of year lends itself to pure chaos in our household. One might even call it a zoo. (One - his name is aka, my husband - one who patiently waits for this stage to end...!) I must confess though, it sure the heck looks zoo-like as I walked past all the undone stuff… Continue reading Where holiday stuff becomes zoo-like