
Where Did the Summer Months Go?
We’ve been busy. We spent several weeks cleaning up the incredible mess that the road crew left after their unwelcome tree-cutting and trimming rampage early this spring.
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We’ve been busy. We spent several weeks cleaning up the incredible mess that the road crew left after their unwelcome tree-cutting and trimming rampage early this spring.
The concepts of living in the moment and appreciating the uniqueness of now can sound too weirdly complicated to be a good fit in our aggressively busy world.
If you’d been driving past our house at the right time last night, you could have almost reached out your car window and shaken hands… with the bear that was trampling down the tall stand of day lilies and ferns at the edge of the road.
I have a special interest in smart bird stories like the one recently where a small Quaker parrot warned a babysitter that her two-year-old charge was choking.
As weeks go this one hasn’t been the greatest. On last Sunday night the weather forecast was for overnight temperatures near thirty below zero and strong winds that would make the wind chill temperatures even lower. The house was warm and cozy when we went to bed…
We will have a rather weird memory from the holiday season this year… an incident we’re calling the Great Potato Chip Heist. It happened a couple of days after Christmas in the parking lot of a grocery store about a forty-five minute drive north of our house…
For some reason the school decided that day to change the afternoon kindergarten bus route without telling the parents first.
As we approached our wooded area on Saturday morning during our daily walk, my eye was caught by something lying on the ground.
It was a most frustrating day. A really bad thunderstorm that started just after dawn and the resulting power outage got the day off to a rather unfortunate start.
I was cooking spaghetti, and my youngest son was telling me about the French scientists who won an apparently well-deserved Ig Nobel Prize for improbable research in physics a few years back.