Trailer park tabby cat, Bubba by name, Big and strong, hunting small game. Old habits we’ve lost, whole families sing, around the piano, carols did ring. One magical moment, around our green tree, our child started singing, then so did we. Neither planned nor expected in holiday rush, “On dancer, on … [Read more…]
For some reason, I began each of our horse-owner phases as shoveler-in-chief. Not that I mind. I actually liked taking care of horses before I could even ride one. We had a Quarter Horse mare named Dee, a 1200 pound halter-bred muscle horse. My wife Marcie rode her with English tack doing something called “Dressage.” … [Read more…]
So we needed a name for Marcie’s new puppy when we picked him up about nine months ago or so. His breeding is British, and we were devotedly plowing through every episode of the British TV series “Inspector Lewis” at the time so guess what we named him? It didn’t occur to us the series … [Read more…]
The sprinkler racket is less well known than its many cousins in the rackets family, but I’m certain some dude on New Jersey Housewives is running it with a lotta “botta bing botta bangs” and “ehhh…ohhhhh…s” and other mafia stuff I can’t spell out convincingly. At the micro level, sprinkler repair is no big deal … [Read more…]
Gotcha to look? Bwhaaa… ok, generally speaking, organic gardening is not viscerally horrifying. But have you ever opened a seemingly perfect peach only to have the core literally swarming with earwigs? Since they are nocturnal, you get the added bennie of having them run down your hand trying to escape the light. Hence, visceral horror… … [Read more…]