For many years, my Mom and Dad lived in the apartment connected to my last home. Their apartment was significantly larger than my section of the house, both sides having three bedrooms, but my parents dwelled on one level, outside the nifty loft over their great room. One-level living is not to be overlooked as…
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October Musings
I think it was the film “The Long, Long Trailer” from 1953 that bubbles up from deep within my cerebral cortex, with visions of creating a retro camping trailer site on this tiny piece of land. I don’t base my life decisions on “I Love Lucy” episodes, but I watched a lot of them in…
Injuries in Dust, Benefits in Marble
I like Ben Franklin’s vibe, whether he coined the phrase or not; he did publish the adage in “Poor Richard’s Almanac”: “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” I live by that, except for the wealthy part. But I can see the correlation without squinting. I more enjoy…
Autumnal Preparation—the measured approach
I’m not positive about why it took until the twenty-fourth night of September to transition into the autumn rush-mode, but it did. Possibly, it’s because I didn’t get nearly enough done yesterday to hit the ever-moving target of a successful, fulfilling day. When left to my own devices and without a defined job or jobs,…
Skunk Spares Spray— so Success Smells Sweet
I improvised this morning. I chose the 18 millimeter option over the 9 millimeter option because I want to remain a trusted neighbor. No one wants to hear gunfire at 0346hrs. Here, let me add clarity. Waking from a bad dream that found me running through an imaginary mall looking for at least one copy…
The Leak
The beauty of a rough, unfinished interior—one that grabbed a lot of attention last night as a peaceful place, warm and inviting—is that if there is a leak around a window, you can find it quickly. With familial intentions to insulate and finish the interior of the porch with some pine, cedar, or hemlock, nickel…
Man-to-Man
This is the pod that transported my Mom and Dad around the planet for over ten years. In the process, there was a managerial change in which one of them was the chief pilot. A stroke for my Dad took away his ability to drive. No, actually, a physician did, but the stroke was the…
Speaking of Fire
It started innocently enough. I wanted one more campfire before I exited the Downeast region for a couple of days. Oh, and I wanted some music to read by. I gathered up my Kindle, my almost-new, electric blue portable Skullcandy tune emitter, and a bag of paper plates and egg cartons we were saving to…
Here’s to August
If we sat around, talking about the little things, I’d have to say at some point that I tend to feel a distinct change in the air when August enters the chat. But, I’d say that about September, October, and November, too. We’d simply have to wait a month or two to bring it up….
Today is the Day…
It’s in a cardboard box at the camp, waiting to be rehung after some renovations gone awry—an oval wooden sign. My grandfather hung the whimsical phrase over the mantel, just above the Remington pump-action model 12—.22 caliber rifle he bought at a pawn shop in Norwich, Connecticut, for three bucks in the early thirties. A…