Barley September.

These last few mornings, before dawn, I have walked the dog.  Because my head is thrown back mouth hanging open dazed by all the stars, I have no idea whether or not she has relieved herself of her night holdings.  Let's presume "yes", as she has not soiled the carpet (recently). On our walk this … Continue reading Barley September.

14 Dec, 2013. [Journal entry]

From 23F to 30F: freezing rain. Sounds like sandstorm against the window. My daughter watches a new program about a boy with amnesia and no belly button, and I hand-sew the smokestack to a Christmas stocking train. In a month or so, much will change (if I believe the real estate professionals):  we could be … Continue reading 14 Dec, 2013. [Journal entry]