This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The sea was blue, and blue-green, as far as the eye could see. Scarcely a ripple. Calm. I dressed and went for a walk — determined not to return until I took in what Nature had […]
*********** I don’t know what happened to my sidebar website links, but don’t forget about this one and this one. ************ I can’t help it. I like this version and I love this one at about 2:57 of the vid. ************* Matt comes home tomorrow!
I’ve been having fun teasing Goose about his new truck which sits at home while he’s away at college. The other day I told him that his mother wants him to take her family van back to school while she drives his truck. His reply: Over my dead body. Today’s IM Goose: what’s up mike […]
I’ve been having fun teasing Goose about his new truck which sits at home while he’s away at college. The other day I told him that his mother wants him to take her family van back to school while she drives his truck. His reply: Over my dead body. Today’s IM Goose: what’s up mike […]
Matt just informed me that Westboro Baptist Church is coming to Acton to protest the Laramie Project on November 3rd. Is this a photo op or what? From their website: Acton-Boxbourgh High School 36 Charter Rd. This is for the Laramie Project. This is a pererted, tacky showing presented by the Fags to help generate […]
Tom Waits singing Waltzing Matilda .
The day my father died I wasn’t in K-Mart. I could have been. The last two years I’ve wandered the aisles buying short sleeved madras style shirts and denim jeans, and just like the madras shirts I bought in 1968, my new shirts are not wrinkle free. Though I bought so many, I don’t felt […]
One more more stone skipping video. This guy claims to throw harder than most, but it sure doesn’t look like it.
Tungurahua
This weekend we spent with Richard and Jacquie on the Vineyard. We left sunny Acton and arrived in Falmouth at the ferry in otherworldly thick fog. The boat carefully inched its way out of the harbor, sped across the water, and then slowed to a crawl as the captain dodged pleasure craft and fishing boats […]
The heron’s legs remind me of my own. Yes, I may be obsessed with this bird, but I take great joy stalking him as he patiently waits for some unsuspecting fish to swim by.
Six Rainbows at once. — rakkity