Half-Baked, as Usual
As hot as it is today, you’d think my thoughts would be fully cooked, not half-baked. But there you go.
Family Weekend: a Photoblog
Our son, daughter-in-law, and grandson visited over the weekend.
Monday Bag o’ News
A note from Polly, left in an empty plastic container by the sink: “Where’s the split pea soup? There was a WHOLE CONTAINER!” Sorry, kiddo, I cooked it and I polished off the leftovers.
Kill Switch
Our son and daughter are March babies. Gregory turned 59 last week. Polly, bless her, is 50 today. Happy birthday, kids!
The Wind Beneath My Wings
Please forgive my jumping around. I thought I was sitting down to write an organized blog post but the wind distracted me.
New Year’s Eve, 2024
What are your plans for tonight?
Not Really a Thanksgiving Post
We’re having a quiet celebration at home, just the three of us.
Waking to Chaos
Our dogs wake up at 5 a.m. and consequently so do we.