I love the idea of being a farmer; it is a very romantic notion. I can picture myself riding around on horseback over thousands of acres of land as huge steel machines belch smoke and harvest more money, er, crops for me. I can see me sitting on the third-level porch of my mansion, smokingContinue reading “Farms”
Category Archives: Travel
Stamps
OK. The postal service wants another three cents added to the price of mailing a letter. That will make it 58 cents. Is there anyone besides myself that does not feel that 55 cents is enough to pay for the service they are presently receiving? I see my assigned mailperson (it varies male or femaleContinue reading “Stamps”
Vacation Day Two
We slept, but not very soundly. I very rarely sleep well away from my own bed. So, we get another big vacation breakfast in and head for the lake country. Now, as much as I bitch about price-gouging on the road (4.99/gal for unleaded gas) I will say that the portions almost make up forContinue reading “Vacation Day Two”
Ten Minutes
Old people are starting to get to me. What’s with this ten-minutes-to-do-anything rule? I mean “just a sec,’ “hold on,” “wait a minute,” all these expressions are extended to ten minutes by the more mature people. (old buzzards) I don’t get it. But we adjust. I now know to be patient and wait ten minutesContinue reading “Ten Minutes”
Jam or Jelly?
Okay, your toast just popped up all golden brown and warm and ready to spread. What is your choice? If it is fresh-churned butter, you might not use anything else before macking out. A friend of mine uses a loaf of French bread sliced in half, 1/2# of butter, poi, topped with chunky peanut butter,Continue reading “Jam or Jelly?”
Closing the Deal
I am winding down our search for a new SUV and it looks like the three finalists are the Toyota Highlander, the Ford Edge, and the Kia Telluride. Tomorrow we will test drive them and make a decision soon. The sooner we buy, the sooner I can get behind the wheel and drive for theContinue reading “Closing the Deal”
Road Trip
After much chagrin and frustration, I have finally convinced Domestic Despot Osama bin KAREN to let me put together a mid-week trip up in the High Sierras of California and then over to the coast for a stop at my big brother Ed’s in Ventura for a few days. I have fond memories of Ventura,Continue reading “Road Trip”
As Charged
I am terrible at trying to hide guilt. My blogpost The Great Recess Caper of 1961 is proof of that. I would love to be able to claim some sort of far-reaching conspiracy for the legal “issues” I have endured, but the truth of the matter is that I was a dumbass doing dumbass thingsContinue reading “As Charged”
