I'm sure you'll recall my recent mosquito rant. It seemed like every time I went outside, I'd return with literally dozens of bites. I began to take drastic steps to combat this. My dad always wants to play corn hole (bags) whenever he visits, for instance, and I didn't want to deny him his fun, … Continue reading Speaking words of wisdom: leaves of three, let it be.
Month: May 2023
Gimme All the DEETs!
We welcomed our first official guests to Casa P. (or is “Ye Olde Homestead” better?) on Saturday. Stephanie is a blogging friend from way back, though like Tara, she long ago hung up her proverbial quill. We met up with them once before, in Portland. Had a great time but figured we’d never see them … Continue reading Gimme All the DEETs!
Flattery, not King Charles III, got me on their podcast.
Yesterday, Tara suggested we go kayaking after work. It was one of those perfect spring days: not too hot, not too cold, and not too humid. There were mosquitoes, but there are always mosquitoes this time of year. So, we loaded up the kayaks Thursday evening and headed to Lake Koshkonong. It's been almost a … Continue reading Flattery, not King Charles III, got me on their podcast.
My own personal Dicktionary.
Shortly after separating from my first wife and selling our home, I had to return to the house one day to pick up a package that had been sent there instead of to my groovy new bachelor's pad. CDs, if you're curious. I know. I'm old. The new owner, a kind Asian man, chatted with … Continue reading My own personal Dicktionary.
Green with envy (and ferns).
Tuesday afternoon, my new John Deere arrived. I was as giddy as an eight-year-old on Christmas morning when the Lowe's guys unloaded it from the truck and rolled it into the garage for me. I was ready to hop on board and start cutting the grass right away, but it needed gas and I figured … Continue reading Green with envy (and ferns).
Death by snake > death by bus.
Hey, remember Nancy, our tree-hating neighbor from the old apartment complex? We ran into her at the farmers market on Saturday morning. She legit had no idea who we were. We finally kinda, sorta jogged her memory. I think? She went so far as to acknowledge that yes, there had been a vacancy in Apt. … Continue reading Death by snake > death by bus.
Birds, cats, a Deere, and a bath full of brats.
Somehow, since buying this house, a curious transformation has taken place. Tara and I have turned into "birders." I realized this a few days ago when I glanced over at the dining room buffet and spotted our cameras. We no longer stash them away in camera bags hidden in the back of the closet; instead, … Continue reading Birds, cats, a Deere, and a bath full of brats.
Mark My Words 