Archive for May, 2010
Perilous Night
To this day, when I watch any sporting event, particularly the one I love most (major league baseball), I catch myself still looking up to the players. Even though they’re, now, at least two decades (this is for Lady B) my junior. Such a funny thing the mind does…stamping onto young psyches something like hero worship and leaving indelible relief.
Too Perfect
I felt like messing with a cartoon so I pulled this one out of my pile and scanned it in. I drew it back in 1991 or 1992, I think, and the character was a shot at a single-panel comic strip entitled Grizelda Kanarpfarkle (and summarily rejected by every syndicate it was sent to). The original caption was “Morning has
Give It Away Now
I was long ago taught a lesson I’ve never forgotten and which has brought me a lot of Good over the years: Your friends are your most valued treasure. So give them away. I was in my younger twenties when I learned that one, and it arrested my attention for all its (then) counter-intuitiveness. But it didn’t take but one
Marty Marty
Alright I know this doesn’t seem like it belongs in the Galley but seeing as how I’m leading off with cooking for this quick story, it just made sense to me. See those happy little faces up there? Full of hope and promise and joy? Yes. Those are faces full of gratitude throwing no small measure of Dad Awe all
He Is No Fool
I hate this painting. Meaning, I love every bit of it. It’s Norman Rockwell’s Breaking Home Ties, and last week it shot across my bow in the form of my eldest on the last day of what they call Middle School—but which I refuse to consider anything other than what it is: Junior High. Which, in my day, was 7th,
Dew of the Sea
Rosmarinus officinalis. It’s Latin and it means, Dew of the Sea. And though it’s most closely associated with the cooking of the Mediterranean area, it blocked my way today while walking down the sidewalk. Right there in front of God and everybody, a whole five foot by five foot display of what looked like a hedge I wanted to dig
Making The Grade
So Cute Redhead had business travel again last week. Rhode Island, or Boston, or New York, or all three of themIForgetAndCantBeBotheredWithThis… It, quite naturally, fell to me to make sure the kids didn’t get blood on the walls were taken care of. And, quite professionally, I did just that, if I do say so myself. I used to make cocky
The LawnMaven® 6000
Like all Mothers Days, our celebrating Her Highness began with flowers, cards, homemade gifts, overtures of love, promises of undying gratitude, breakfast in bed, and then buying a new lawnmower but getting her to think it was her idea. Now, I don’t recommend such extreme maneuvers to you younger dudes fresh off the wedding altar. Things like this are not
Grow Up
I took the string off the garden this morning, now that I can clearly make out what’s what and who’s where. And even though the sprinklers were going for broke, I grabbed the camera to mark the occasion… …only to find our newest family member I bit down in the dumps at his new home. “Do you want to talk
Just Fine
The house is a mess. Yesterday one of the cars needed repairs costing way more than we expected. Two days before that I yelled at my oldest boy for getting uppity. A few projects are showing their darker sides and really getting on my nerves. My baby girl had two teeth pulled and suffered a really bad sore throat for
