Well sure, while it certainly isn’t another friggin’ German army helmet, the backyard did surrender yet another intact artifact while I was out there doing a little clean-up this morning: another semi-unique vessel. To my unschooled eye it resembles one of those mini wine bottles, and there’s a seam so its nothing as archaic as …
Shadow this morning lounging on one of the boulders in the pocket park across Vendome from the Music Box Steps.
I couldn’t help but climb aboard the Platform Of Truth (aka “the scale”) after all my exertions with the patio yesterday and found that I’ve descended to 222 pounds. I’ll probably pop back up to 224 or more as everything settles, but I can’t blame it on water loss. I must’ve downed a 12-pack of …
So I decided to add a brick patio bordered in river rock to the end of that brick-and-river-rock Path To Nowhere I built for the hell of it a couple days ago. I began around noon, and finished around 6 p.m. It involved bagging up what must easily be 500 pounds of cleared greenery, hauling …
My word, I may have something here. Presently, I’m sitting at the table that I moved to the end of the… [five minute later] I apologize for the interuption, but as I typed those first few letters I was forced to break away first to physicalize my objection to a ‘skeeter that was prepping to …
I won’t torture the analogy too much, but these last few months I’ve been wandering a pretty unscouted path. When I get a little lost — or at least more lost than usually — I can still take pride in the fact that I don’t take refuge either in a bottle or under the bed. …
Since I woke up with a kicker of a headache that carried over from yesterday afternoon and in that time has since spread from above my left orbit to all across my forehead like a neon sign flashing PAIN, I’m going to do my best not only to accomplish the list of creative, physical and …