Around here, I know April is going to be a windy month, something to do with the warmer temperatures and the melting snow, but I don’t really expect the wind to roar all October as it has this year. Last night it blew and blew and blew a bit harder, precipitating a wisp of snow […]Read More Season of Big Wind
In my still-unrealized quest to fit at least one car in the garage, I unpacked every box I found marked “garage” and set items at random on shelves. The result now is that tools are strewn everywhere, and while I unearthed at least three tool boxes and one tool bag, I have decided I need […]Read More Real Tools
I dropped some stuff off at the Barrys’ house the other day, where Mrs. Barry was preparing to go to a memorial service. It was, she said, the fourth such service she’d been to in two weeks. I’ve been to two recently (not in quite the same short time span, but close) and should have […]Read More Hung Up His Cleats
I have been goofing off this morning, not blogging. My bio-rhythms were much better yesterday, so I don’t think we can blame that, but instead of blogging I’ve been watching Sandra Boynton videos, playing Solitaire and reading feel-good stories in the Washington Post. Here is my question for Ms. Boynton and everyone else who turns […]Read More Working at Not Much
My bio-rhythms must have been down yesterday (and perhaps still today). Life just wore me out, for no good reason at all. It started with a completely deflating phone call from the fireplace installer. His boss had finally called Monday (and had trouble reaching me because our phones at work were out once again — […]Read More By Extension
My dad had a colleague, Harold Parker. Maybe you don’t do this, but there are some people — not many, but some — who when I think of them, a one-word summation comes to mind. For instance, there is a man here in town who when I see him, although age has mellowed him, always […]Read More Stentorian
My goal for the weekend was fairly unachievable, and I knew that before starting out, but it seemed laudable, so I set it: I wanted to be able to get both cars in the garage. Now it’s Monday, and both cars are still outside, my Leaf already complaining about cold temperatures. When I tote up […]Read More Danger, Will Robinson!
I’ve been looking at Na Ki’o this past week, thinking he seems pudgier. He came to us in an overweight condition — that’s where he got his name. He came with a horribly unsuitable name that Lynn and I both said NO to, but then we struggled with a replacement. We at last settled on […]Read More Fat Cat
I missed you once again yesterday — or perhaps you missed me — because some days there are just not enough hours in the day. I even had a topic at hand, but I had to stab a cat (which is not the kitty carnage it suggests, but consists rather of injecting insulin) not mine, […]Read More Six Degrees, or Less
Well, it’s here. We’ve been waiting and waiting . . . okay, no one has been waiting, not even the skiers I know. But it is snowing, first snow of the season, and one day after I was running around in a t-shirt. It’s worse in Denver, because they were at 80 yesterday and tomorrow […]Read More Are We Reaching?