I believe I may owe Sault Ste. Marie an apology… I’ve concluded that we are still experiencing winter in April because Kaylee loves snow more than just about anything else. I should never have allowed her to watch “The Secret” (and since she’s obviously running the Universe now, I wish she loved money this much).
Leaving home in the dark through the back door is not as dangerous as it looks (if you count steps, anyway). And turn the torch app on…
This is too much. Also (and I want to be proud of this, but I’m too depressed), Sault Ste. Marie has apparently broken a national record for snowfall this year. Twice. It’s only February, and sometimes we have snow right through April and into May. I don’t know if I can take that this year.
This is how Ky and Carson dressed to go dog-walking with me. I got to lead (or be led by) both dogs, something that hasn’t happened since late fall. They seemed to fall back into old habits pretty well at first, but I did discover one thing the hard way: both Kaylee and Ringo want […]
My little balcony greenhouse seems to be doing surprisingly well… I really didn’t expect this. The above photo shows most of the very tiny space. I planted this cucumber from seed in October of 2015 – it’s still really tiny, as cucumber plants go; even cucumber plants grown in pots, if my summer parking lot […]
He really was a good guy – you just didn’t want to piss him off. I was an expert at pissing him off, whether I meant to or not. If there was a way to screw things up, and piss my dad off, I would manage it. Before Kyla was born, her dad and I […]
The dog asked me to take her to the park last night. It was cold. It was dark. It was late at night. I did not want to run the dog; I didn’t! She had that face on, though. If you’ve ever loved a dog, you know the face I’m talking about….
There’s something wonderful about winter walks with the dog – especially on a Sunday afternoon, when it seems like no one else in the city is out and about. We almost always go to the same place every time – a field across from a ball diamond just a few blocks from home. We usually […]
The 1998 Version of My Aunt Blanche… No, really, let’s compare, shall we? If only to piss off my daughter – who tells me she’ll kill me if I post this, but then laughs out loud when she looks at this photo of herself, so I think I’m all good… Tell me that’s not eerie… […]
Philco Radio, 1941 Jimmy Prentice was somewhat of a local oddball, to hear my parents talk. I don’t know if he actually had a home, or not. My mother talks about how sometimes, just before dinner was set to be “lifted”, Gramma would be looking out the kitchen window, and say, “Better put another plate […]