Cherry-Pit Apples. They are incredibly delicious. They look like regular apples, mostly. But on the inside is a “pit” area which isn’t like a pit at all. It is more like the consistency, and appearance, of a fig, or a
Painting like Moses, when churning butter gets boring.
I don’t know what caused her to begin, but she began. It should be a lesson to us all. Her name was Anna Mary Robertson. She was a painter, here in the United States, but everyone knew her as Grandma
When something from above scares your nuts to drop
Articles about our world interest me. It could be scientific, political, anthropomorphic, or any number of topics. This morning, I read an article at Smithsonian. About squirrels. First, a disclaimer. I have a thing for squirrels. Oh wait. I have
I woke up and noticed I was late for nothing.
I never sleep in. Or oversleep. Unless I am sick, or something like that. I wake up, on purpose, each day at 3:30 a.m. and get the whole thing rolling. I love those first few hours of the day. I
I have big feet. That might make me Big Foot?
Apparently, the FBI, at one time, had an interest in Bigfoot. Maybe they still do. There have been legends of a large, ape-like beast, from all over the world. People have been reporting on him, here in the United States
Life is a bowl of something, on Sundays.
Most people won’t give it a second look, but it brought good memories to me. Today is National U.S. Bowling League Day. An indirect connection. You see, Sundays were a big dang day for us while I was growing up.
Labor, not like birthing a child, but like punching the time-clock labor.
This has been Labor Day. The purpose of it, is to celebrate the 160 million Americans who are in the workforce. The Labor Force. That is the current number who are either employed, or unemployed. http://www.dlt.ri.gov/lmi/laus/us/usadj.htm. Honestly, if I were
March to the beat of your own drum, dee dum.
I’ve told the story before, of “falling in love” with my fourth grade teacher, who I will call Mrs. H. I was head over heals for her. Prior to that time, I had no attraction for any other friend, classmate,
Drink a mushroom and save yourself.
The health craze. They happen, it seems, as often as Vanna White flips a letter. There always seem to be some extremes where they are concerned. They come in all shapes and sizes, and we have seen our fair share
Cruel Peters at one end and Dancing Primates on the other
Maybe there’s a heaven. Maybe there isn’t. We won’t know for certain until the lights go out. Yesterday I went to a viewing, and today the funeral services. A friend died. She was a kind person, and had one of