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 →

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 →

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