Some days, when I write this thing, no matter which way I turn, I feel like giving up. Yep. Giving it all up. Giving up writing this. Giving up the fact that I care about anything. Giving up on trying
Lucky Seven Eleven. That is the day’s date. This day is packed full of notable birthdays. There’s John Quincy Adams, the 6th President of the United States. Not to mention, William the Bruce, the old Scottish King and Hero from
If I didn’t follow up on these antics, I feel I would be remiss. So yes, the Raccoon Saga continued. This morning, all the live traps were full. Apparently, the brains of the operation let his underlings venture
Some of you have been here, at our house. You would know that we are “feeders.” Yes, we feed. There are numerous bird stations, a Koi Pond. We have a corn trough for the deer. Not to mention the barn
Yes, in my faraway kid hood, are many memories. It is quite a thing, when you think about it. Our memories. The filing cabinets of our minds. From time to time, one of the drawers slide open, and out pops
I watched the World Cup Finals today. The good women of the USA and the Netherlands. The Yanks vs. the Dutch. It was an incredible game. As I watched the game, I wondered about the people playing. Who they are.
I just read that 97% of Americans are washing their hands wrong. Not long enough, and not enough soap, is what the survey concluded. We are supposed to “scrub” them, according to the article, for at least 20 seconds with
I like to write about people on their birthdays. It just feels like a little remembrance, in honor of the good, or the terrible thing they have done. Today is David Farragut’s birthday. This David was born July 5, 1801,
Smithereens. That’s exactly what I thought the moment I picked it up. This morning, you see, I was putting my Apple Watch on my wrist. Standing at the kitchen island, all by myself, in the absolute quiet of the early,
Here it is. The Fourth of July. Independence Day. Truly a big, festive, great day in the history of our country, the United States of America. Our birthday. We are 243 years old, in fact. So how are we doing?