I’m on my way, but I don’t know where I’m going.

My ex-husband is a pack rat. Not your average pack rat, mind you. He was almost pathologic in his inability to pass up the opportunity to obtain certain items. At one point in our married life we owned four tractors (one worked, some of the time), five cars (two worked, one was completely disassembled and…

Well, the deed is done. Summer is truly over. I removed the dead and dying morning glory vines from the fencing today. It made me a little sad, and a lot philosophical. A few of the vines had somehow missed being killed by the idiot construction workers and by the hard frosts we had this…

Haven’t felt much like updating recently. Haven’t felt much like anything, truth be told. I’ll put it down to end of summer blues. Technically it isn’t end of summer for another couple of weeks, but if the Southern Hemisphere can call September 1st the first day of spring, then I can call it the first…

Well, I’m back. The California getaway was wonderful, albeit too short. I hated leaving The Professor behind and returning East yesterday, but at least he’ll be back Saturday. And the time away from the apartment confirmed one important thing for me – any disputes between The Prof and myself are due more to work and…

Anybody know what’s up with some of the new diaries here? I can’t figure out their purpose. They’ll have real looking names like “JamesHolt” or “Ellenyou” or “MalcolmFloyd”, and they all have (among other things) random sports type references sprinkled throughout them, implying they are trying to get found by search engines. Other than that,…

I love frogs! These little frogs are grass-green colored, usually with a creamy colored line running from the jaw along the flanks. Males make a really loud noise thats a bit like quacking, which is sometimes known as a “rain call” because they tend to make a lot of noise before rains, but which can…