Flamingos, fireflies, and mosquitoes, oh my!

"I feel like a dog that's been chasing after a car and finally caught it. Now what?!" Tara Petruska Man, I get that sentiment. I've been so hyper-focused on finding a job — the kindling to get this fire started — that after the initial wave of jubilation faded, reality set in. Namely, we don't … Continue reading Flamingos, fireflies, and mosquitoes, oh my!

Letting the cow out of the bag.

I’ve been keeping a little secret, but it’s time to let the cow out of the bag. I was in Madison, Wisconsin again last week. Just me; Tara stayed home. I left on Saturday morning, driving to Sibley, Iowa, where I spent the night. It was a charming little town. Quintessential Midwest. I chose Sibley … Continue reading Letting the cow out of the bag.

A basket full of goodness on the highway to hell.

I brought my lunch to work yesterday and was eating in my office, but I made a beeline for the break room sink once I got to my peach. One bite and I knew my desk would have been a sticky mess had I stayed. There’s something about a ripe peach that is sublime. It’s … Continue reading A basket full of goodness on the highway to hell.

Speak nicely or forever hold your “peace!”

Feels like I’ve been away forever! I’ll just blame this rare stretch of cat-got-my-tongue on being super busy. Which certainly isn’t untrue, though there may be more to the story than just that. Don’t you hate it when people are vague? Anyhoo, there was nothing vague about karma bitch-slapping my wife in the face one … Continue reading Speak nicely or forever hold your “peace!”

Does the 5-second rule apply to city sidewalks?

Every Friday, I treat myself to coffee and a breakfast item. It's my reward for reaching the end of another work week with my sanity intact. Some weeks it's more intact than others, but that's beside the point. Last week, I stopped at Starbucks for a Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew and a Spinach, Feta … Continue reading Does the 5-second rule apply to city sidewalks?

Just because it smells like a skunk doesn’t mean it’s a skunk.

When we bought our house in 2019, I joined Nextdoor to keep tabs on the goings-on in my 'hood. It's mostly just the same group of people complaining about youths running amok or vandalism to their property or the sorry state of education these days or out-of-state newcomers driving up their property taxes. They might … Continue reading Just because it smells like a skunk doesn’t mean it’s a skunk.

It’s like living in a cave, minus the bats.

Tara and I got home from work at the same exact time on Thursday. That almost never happens. When we entered the basement through the garage, it was warm down there. That never, ever happens. Cue the sinking feeling... Our Nest thermostat showed the A/C running. But it was 80 degrees in the house and … Continue reading It’s like living in a cave, minus the bats.

Zucchini can survive the apocalypse, so what’s a little hail?

I had a woman travel all the way from Nevada just to meet me this morning. The funny thing is, this isn’t the first time in my life that has happened. Hello, wife o’ mine! But it is the first time somebody has done so for professional reasons. And I may be playing fast and … Continue reading Zucchini can survive the apocalypse, so what’s a little hail?

Wisconsin or Bust, Part III: Dairyland to Derecho

Few things are as depressing as waking up at 4:50 a.m., knowing your vacation is over and all you have left is a long day of driving. We planned to hit the road at 6 a.m. for the roughly 11-hour trek home. Factoring in an hour for stops—and given the hour we'd gain crossing back … Continue reading Wisconsin or Bust, Part III: Dairyland to Derecho

Wisconsin or Bust, Part II: Sunday, Monday, Happy Days

When we were planning our trip to Wisconsin, we jumped at the opportunity to go during a holiday. With Independence Day landing on a Monday, both Tara and I had a paid holiday, which meant we wouldn't have to use a precious vacation day. Great idea in theory, but because of that holiday, a bunch … Continue reading Wisconsin or Bust, Part II: Sunday, Monday, Happy Days