Hil B was on her way to buy tickets for tonight’s Blue Scholars concert when I begged for a photo of the snow she was a tramplin’ through. Her phone sends the photo to a message service that allows web access after its been reduced in size and converted to Flash format. Kinda sucks, but […]
It takes courage to post photos of seagulls, but when that’s all you got, that’s what goes up. We’re back in Chatham with Bob and Mary and it looks like in lieu of the beach we’ll be reading and browsing art galleries.
I’m falling behind and the problem is the number of stunning photographs taken by various people with the two available cameras at Diane’s party. (You’ve seen many of Goose’s on his slide show) I’ve got to edit them down from five hundred to some manageable number. In the meantime here’s one from the party and […]
Karen and Goose flooded the house with flowers for Diane’s birthday and then Jeff and Karen’s massive bouquet arrived. To no one in particular: Goose: There are so many flowers. Karen: That’s a good thing, you can never have too many flowers. Goose: I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Me: Karen, the only […]
Karen and Goose flooded the house with flowers for Diane’s birthday and then Jeff and Karen’s massive bouquet arrived. To no one in particular: Goose: There are so many flowers. Karen: That’s a good thing, you can never have too many flowers. Goose: I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Me: Karen, the only […]
Our house, our neighbors, more snow, will it ever stop?
Apple orchard in Littleton.
I read like a goat eats. I don’t see punctuation, and whatever is in my way, well, it sure doesn’t effect my comprehension, as it clearly does smiling Dan’s. Btw, Jennifer, nice grenade you launched at him a while back. I’m guessing he didn’t see it. However, whenever I read something I’ve written, say, more […]
by Wendell Berry 1. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs, of birds opening around you as you walk. You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep. 2. This comes after silence. Was it something I said […]
How often can you say that Zippy is laugh out loud funny?