Archive for March, 2010
Now and Then
Okay, that really is Cute Redhead and that really is one of her molecular models (don’t ask). One evening, about a hundred years ago, Cute Redhead and me sat at a table working on our separate projects. Each one focused and preoccupied, we nonetheless made efforts to have conversation and get to know one another better. I wish I could
Open War
Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves: the Soil Test results are in. And it brings me great pleasure to announce that our pH levels are ideal. It brings me untold happiness to tell you that our Phosphorous levels are also outstanding. More, I am fairly carbonated with joy to tell you, one and all, that our Potash reading couldn’t be better.
Across The Yard
Across the yard a garden grew, And bent among the flowers, A spare old man stooped to his task Or he sat and dreamed for hours. – Frances Strawn Livingston, from The Garden The first time I turned fallow ground to make a garden was almost twenty years ago when an elderly woman chided me — right there in front
Special Day
A few years ago, Cute Redhead and the boys managed some weekend away (skiing, I think) leaving myself and The Princess of Space, Time, and Dimension to fend for ourselves and see how high we could stack the dirty dishes in forty-eight hours. At some point I announced that we’d do Something Special, just she and I, to commemorate the
“Is It Gonna Hurt, Dad?”
Parents, remember the very first time you took your infant to the pediatrician for the first time to get that first round of immunizations? If you haven’t blocked it out of your mind entirely, it might cascade over your brain this very moment and reacquaint you with what was probably an experience you’d rather not be reminded of all over
What’s Up
It all started with a conversation about a camera. In passing, no less. Just one of those quick comments in between shuffling and shuttling kids from one extra-curricular to another. Just something to do with a certain camera. About a month or so later, my friend and neighbor dropped by to show me a web site that had more detail
I’m Over It
Colorado does this thing every year. To me. It ushers in March like some burlesque fan lady teasing us with what seems like unseasonably warm weather, warmer sun, and the first green shoots of Spring seeking purchase. And then pulls the rug out from under our feet and knocks us into last month with ten inches of snow. Like an
Read. The. Label.
The whip-whip-whip of pancake batter. The sizzle-pop-sizzle of thick-cut maple bacon. The crinkle-melt-nuclear fusion of plastic containers that weren’t designed to be heated in the microwave. Now, I don’t know what it is you make for breakfast at your house. I do, however, know what had darn well better be on the table at ours. And it better be hot.
Saran Wrap & Aneurysms
You know how at the beginning of a movie, you’ll sometimes see a very quick, seemingly random clip of something that doesn’t make sense until later in the film? Okay, that’s what the photo right up there is meant to serve as, so take a gander but back burner it for just a minute. The bathroom renovations. Things are going
