Not Yet

… but fact is also a hell of a lot more predictable. Just once I want to come home from work and say, “Hey, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

This was waiting on my front doorstep this afternoon. I checked. Gardenias aren’t toxic to cats, so I can even bring it in come winter! I’ll just need to fence it off, so the cattle don’t graze on it.

I know Fridays are supposed to be a good thing, but they really don’t count until quitting time, and I’m a long way from there it seems. First of all – thanks for your comment yesterday ADM. It forces me to re-evaluate how I look at a few things. I’m going to chew over your…

OK, folks, they’re done. Sorry for the delay on these, but please know that having these to work on helped me keep my sanity during two exceptionally long flights to and from the Left Coast. Remember the rules: From

Memories from March 21, 1997 are simultaneously vivid and surrealistic. Time has perhaps fuzzed the edges a bit, but the impact of what I hesitate to call a near death experience has not lessened. It has colored nearly all my significant choices over the the last near-quarter century in both good and not so good…

The soothsayers of precipitation foresaw snow, so last night I set the last of the old wood in the fire place. We had a half-cord delivered yesterday, because we were running low, and while it is nicely cured and ready to burn, last year’s wood has gone from good to perfect and seems to take…