It’s not lost on me that there is some confusion regarding my strange but workable living arrangements with my Significant One. We lived together for a very long time, exactly like other married couples do. Intertwined with that was our management of an intergenerational home. My Mama and Dad lived in an apartment located at…
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Extrication before Entanglement
Extrication before entanglement is a valid strategy to protect oneself from pitfalls; I reached the conclusion during a night of fitful sleep. I finally got out of bed, much to the delight of my dog, at 0215hrs. I walked outside, the cold concrete patio giving me a rude wakeup call through my bare feet, taking…
Breezes, Dad, and Late Night Snacks
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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….