Pretty much every time we have the opportunity to borrow the Goldwing and go for a ride with the family, we dream about getting our own touring bike, and this was no exception. I wasn’t worried about ending up with the only motorcycle helmet that wasn’t miked up - I was to be the passenger in the barcalounger-ish seat on the back of borrowed ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that we hadn’t really shot the show for “Fall Festival”, only a rehersal. This was because it all went down so smoothly that it could not have been real. We carved the three leftover pumpkins to take over to the show, then they got a strobe-pot in each and lit them to start the show… and they were awesome! They were on a hill ( Read more... )

So, when the autofeeder drops food it makes a loud sound that used to call Smudge from wherever he was in the house, much like an electic canopener sound used to bring Sam in from the outdoors - though that canopener may or may not have been opening a can of precious tuna for Sam. The autofeeder, though, always rewarded the Smudge-sickle with food ( Read more... )

There were just so many things to coordinate for this wedding that I’m surprised more didn’t fall through the cracks. In essence, though, only the send-off went poorly, when as predicted, the groomsmen didn’t think to decorate the car so we had no where to “send” them off to. And, so much for allowing the bride to help tie the bird-seed packets… ( Read more... )