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….
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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…
The Gift is in the Rising
The morning runs to the airport, International, by the way, if you believe the hype, are always early. This morning was earlier. It seems that the summer schedule of flights scrubbed an hour off sleepy time, so we were en route by three-thirty. The conversations on these zero-dark-thirty runs center around whether or not we…
“Odor of Business”
“No, they all blink at a different rate, depending on species,” Sammy said. Me-“Ahhhh, it makes sense. So it’s like different scents of aftershave attract different ladies at the pub?” “No, that’s not what I’m saying. It’s just that different species of lightning bugs flash a different light pattern to be sure to attract their…
Sunny and 75—Until the Battery Died
No, I didn’t write a thing yesterday—got up early (consumed three poached hen bombs, and a slice of white toast), then spent the day— outside— polishing TTW’s (Tow-Truck-Wayne) latest towing contraption. It didn’t strike me as to how beautiful the weather was until around lunch when I took a quick ride to pick up a…
Happy Gotcha Day
As I slowed from sixty mph, I only saw it in my periphery, which—by the way—my acuity has been praised by friends, co-workers, and eye care professionals. I’m not bragging because what I am about to tell you about myself shouldn’t be praised. It happened, and I am willing to tell my story to the…
Buckets, Back Roads, and Bad Coffee (No Black Flies)
The slumber was adequate. Most are. It’s still April around here, and it’s been a hit-or-miss month. It’s been mostly rain and washouts— six weekends in a row, to be specific. Moving into the new place and the subsequent chores—curtain hanging, shelving installation, and griping about the mud in the yard—have kept me anchored like…
Time for the Specialist
From now on, all I want in life is for people I hire or utilize for services to do what they say they will. Oh, I expect to pay for it, of course. That’s my end of the bargain. The ongoing clock conundrum, the clock being my Dad’s “major award” in the eighties, is complete….
Morning Musings and Dancing in the Dark
Snow and silence came to the backyard overnight. With my mug of coffee, I sat on the stoop, listening to it for a few minutes before I put on the music. The silence here is friendly, but I remember when silence was scary. It still can be, depending, but not lately. What about the quiet…
If You Don’t have to Carry it, Time Flies
The new tenant wanted to move in, and I’d already run through my short list of friends who might be willing to lift things and clear the place out. The carcass of the grandfather clock—currently hollow, a pile of plastic storage boxes, an ice cream table and chairs from the turn of the century when…