How’s this for weird weather: right now, it is raining in my backyard.
It is not raining in my front yard.
What’s more, there is no rain cloud over my house, just fluffy clouds here and there downrange.
I have no clue what this is all about.
How’s this for weird weather: right now, it is raining in my backyard.
It is not raining in my front yard.
What’s more, there is no rain cloud over my house, just fluffy clouds here and there downrange.
I have no clue what this is all about.
Unlike retailers, I tend to wait until after Thanksgiving before thinking about Christmas. So, here we are — Thanksgiving has come and gone, I’m beginning to put together my shopping list… and starting [more...]
You know, for a long time I’ve been thinking — in a shallow way, way back in my brain — about moving. Not moving down the street, or to another county, but far away. Austin, Santa Fe, Monterey [more...]
I now know what the next step in this mourning process is: laying in bed alone getting drunk on cheap white zinfandel.
Yum!
Talk to your Dr, he can help you adjust your dosage.
Raptures part 1?
You know that character that Douglas Adams writes about? The one who rain follows all the time?
Perhaps he’s vistiting next door (for tea I’d imagine).