When Owen and I decided to thoroughly clean the refrigerator, I wasn’t merely daunted by the task. What I found really daunting was what might be behind it. Were there dead things back there? Then I remembered when we were… Read More ›
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THE UNSIGNED CONTRACT
I spent a very large part of yesterday trying to get the mailing address for my mortgage company. Not the address for paying the bill, but where to send the tax paperwork so they could pay it out of my… Read More ›
SOMETIMES, THE MAGIC WORKS
We’ve had so many things go wrong that it’s always a shock when something good happens, especially when you least expect it. I’ve mentioned a bunch of times that our deck was in urgent need of replacement or repair. The… Read More ›
WHY SO LAZY DAISY?
FOTD – June 4 – BLACK-EYED SUSAN Coming this summer, my favorite late wild summer flowers — the Black-eyed Susan. Are these daisies or asters? I always assumed they are wild daisies. And the answer? Well, really — both. Rudbeckia hirta,… Read More ›
GARRY’S TRIP TO THE GREAT OUT OF DOORS – PHOTOGRAPHY BY GARRY ARMSTRONG
It was a beautiful day and the temperature broke records for the day. It won’t last. We already know that. It will be colder tomorrow and colder still by Monday when it will be below freezing (again). But today was… Read More ›
WHITE SUPREMACISTS ARE NOT THE ONLY RACISTS
I had a major battle on Amazon about a book I said was racist. A lot of people said “No, it isn’t. The author is an avowed Boston liberal.” I’m sure he said he was and he probably believes it’s… Read More ›
STRANGE OUTCOMES FROM THIS STRANGEST YEAR
Who knew that 2020 would be a wretched excuse for a year? The climate is collapsing. Half of the U.S. is burning down, another quarter is flooded … and we up here in the northeast are 10 inches low on… Read More ›
A NEW LOVESEAT WITH A PORTRAIT OF GARRY
The old loveseat was 14 years old. It seemed we bought it more recently than that. But if I think about it, I’d realize how much has happened during these years. Garry and I have grown old on the old… Read More ›
HALLWAYS OF MEMORY
Every night, I fill up my cup, grab my bag of medications, give the Duke his nighttime treats, and hike the hallway to the bedroom at the other end of the house. After arriving, I put the bag where it… Read More ›
PICK ME UP AND WINTER’S DAMAGE – GARRY ARMSTRONG
GARRY SEEKS SPRING IN UXBRIDGE He hiked up the driveway, initially to bring down the trash can and pick up the mail, but he took a camera. It was a lovely day. There have been some lovely days, but very… Read More ›
FORTY POINTS OF LIGHT – Marilyn Armstrong
40 things for Friday, Week Four A thank you to Melanie. I needed someone to remind me to stop sniveling and see what isn’t so bad. Forty is an awful lot, but I don’t have that much to do, so I’ll… Read More ›
ME AND MY TRACTOR – Marilyn Armstrong
You may have noticed the old tractor in the middle of our garden. When we were trying to sell the house years ago, a couple of potential buyers commented that they’d have to have it towed away. I put a… Read More ›
Serendipity Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth 