The Last Page of the Scrapbook
Well, we finally did it. Bought a new place. I think I’m going to like it. Once I get it organized to my liking. I’ve been so busy unpacking box after box with so...
Well, we finally did it. Bought a new place. I think I’m going to like it. Once I get it organized to my liking. I’ve been so busy unpacking box after box with so...
I know I promised not to show you yet another photo of my annual spring fire, but I couldn’t resist. There really hasn’t been that much brush in the yard to pick up this...
It doesn’t look like Florida, does it? Florida was where I was supposed to be. I was going to head down there to provide a distraction for my mother and Phil from the various medical issues...
I rarely make it through the night without waking up at least once or twice. Sometimes, I get back to sleep fairly quickly. Other times, not so much. During the times I can’t fall back to sleep,...
I still glance through the obituaries in the Globe, and I came across one for Peggy Freydberg, 107. She was a poet, and this poem of hers resonated with me: Blizzard It takes courage to...
The yard has pretty much been put to bed for the winter. Pool closed. Hostas cut down. Rhododendrons covered. About the only thing that hasn’t been done is the raking of the leaves. I don’t...
I have changed my technique for weeding. Instead of doing squats the whole time, I kneel with the use of an attractive pair of knee pads I now own. I can weed for much...
The girls are going to see Beyonce again, and Nicole owes me for her ticket. So, I’ve been having her work around the house and yard. So far she has washed cabinets, cleaned the...