"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
Our other children
A few photos: Donna and I started to hang ornaments on the tree two days ago, meaning to finish up on Christmas Eve. With all the cooking and other things we had to do to get ready for company last night, we never got around to it. But it’s still a lovely tree (thank you, […]
Dropping ballast in anticipation of retirement: satellite radio. Talk about not living up to promises. When I listen to Sirius today, not only do I hear the exact same playlists of songs I heard five years ago (particularly on the Blues Channel, my one-time favorite), I hear commercials. Yeah, terrestrial radio is ten times worse, […]
Update (10 Aug 08): I don’t happen to have any photos of Schatzi being athletic. One would think, looking at the photos I have posted, that she has a sedentary nature. Not so . . . I’ll work on getting some action shots. For now, and in keeping with the Olypmic theme of the previous […]
Earlier this evening, we joined several friends at a neighborhood park for a free concert. We’ve been to many such concerts; they have them every Saturday night in the spring and fall. We usually bring our dog, as do many other people, and the dogs are normally as well behaved as the people who bring […]
. . . or gratitude, or something. Donna called me at work today, opening the conversation with “I did a dumb thing.” Whenever I say that, what I really mean is that I’ve done something urecoverably disastrous. My heart plunged. Donna’s dumb thing was to place a small bowl of Hershey’s Kisses on the coffee […]
Our Saturday morning bicycle ride gets earlier and earlier. In the winter we started at 9:00 AM. Today we started at 7:00 AM, but it was already 95 degrees by the time we finished, so next week we’re starting at 6:30 AM. I suppose by the time daily highs reach 110-115 degrees, we’ll be meeting […]
I promised my sisters I’d post new photos of Schatzi, so here she is, five minutes ago: And again, three minutes ago, demonstrating a dachshund survival technique, the ability to blend in with its background: She sleeps. She wakes. It’s a dog’s life.