"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Our other children
I make a dish called pasta puttanesca; literally, “whore’s spaghetti.” The sauce is made of olive oil, garlic, anchovies, chopped tomatoes, capers, basil, and perhaps a few olives, tossed into pasta. Last night, since I was about to sit down to watch President Obama deliver the annual State of the Union address to an assembly […]
. . . and other things. I’ve been on my hands and knees in the back yard, pulling weeds. I’m reluctant to spray because the dog spends a lot of time out there. When it comes to the front yard, where the dog is not allowed, it’s going to be chemical warfare all the way. […]
I laid a 3.5-mile trail for my hash house harrier club this morning. Donna and Schatzi joined the pack but cut about a mile off trail. It was enough for Schatzi — mid 80s, bright sunlight and no shade — and she was glad to be home. I don’t think she’s left that chair since.
Polly called this afternoon to report Skipper’s passing. We brought Skipper into our family in 1986, for no better reason than that we’d named our daughter Polly and getting her her own parrot seemed like the right thing to do. Skipper lived with us in Florida, Okinawa, Hawaii, Nevada, and Arizona; a few years ago […]
Well, now we know the answer to that mystery! Used to be we’d fill the hummingbird feeders every three to four days. All of a sudden they’re bone dry after only one day. I think we know why now . . . we have night visitors!
Eighteen days from hatching to flying . . . a little short of three weeks. The nest is empty. Sadly, the second chick didn’t make it. She left the nest but apparently wasn’t ready to fly and something got her — I found her by the back door this morning. But one lived and is […]
Check out my Flickr Hummercam photoset for more.