A kitchen without a knife is not a kitchen. — Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto
I just returned from a wonderful week’s visit with my son in The Land of the North.
Domer is fine, thanks for asking, and I expect he’ll be doing even better now that I’ve Pine-Solved a little problem for him.
I just got back from a trek to The Land of the North to visit with Domer (whom I hadn’t seen since Christmas!)
And it was my first trip solo with my dog Dallas.
Normally, Dallas is the
best traveler. Pop him in his crate on the back seat and let him sleep until it’s potty-time.
But when you don’t have anybody along who can help out, it becomes a whole new ballgame.
Sometimes, we just need to unplug.
I did that recently — for four days — and found it Liberating.
I don’t particularly
like spiders, but as a web designer, I’ve grown accustomed to them over the years, and I find them and their habits fascinating.
When was the last time you were frightened? The shaking-in-your-boots kind of fear.
The kind that leaves you breathless. Anxious. And worried.
On my walk earlier this week, I found some interesting flowering plants that I wanted to share with you.
And since I didn’t know too much about them (other than a name), I figured that was as good as any excuse to do a bit of research.
First up, Naked Ladies.
People who hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life. — Faith Resnick
I guess it’s a good thing I don’t believe in reincarnation, for I dislike mice as much as I do cats!
That probably offends some of you, and for that, I apologize. Save yourself the aggravation (and time) and come back for my next post when I won’t be dissing the feline population.
Not long ago, this artwork showed up in one of our city parks:
Five kids playing
Back-to-School, Barbie dolls, board games, camp, chalkboard, county fair, Jacks, lightning bugs, memories of summers past, novel, roller skating, summer foods, swimming pool
How do you deal with the fear of falling?
I’m not talking about falling into poverty, or falling into sin, or falling out of touch with reality. No, I’m talking about the fear of falling — physically. You know, when your feet fly right out from underneath you and you land with a
Thump on the ground.
Possibly injuring yourself. Seriously.
My mama and I almost met our Maker recently, and, because she’s still seething, I get to write about it.
(I don’t have the Irish temper mama has!)
Here’s what happened: