Saturday was my fortieth birthday and it was a busy, busy. I slept in, of course, and after dismantling the cemetery in the yard, I jumped on my bike and rode west. My plan was to ride forty miles for my fortieth year. I fell short by three and a half miles, unfortunately. But! I made a quick grocery stop on the way home and rode with fully loaded ( Read more... )

Margie's so big and brave until she confronts something like a Weasel Ball (impulse purchase at Cracker Barrel last week) or a thunderstorm. The poor dear spent the past hour lounging in a sunbeam coming through the storm door and then the storm rolled up and frightened her to pieces. She's now curled up next to me, startling at every crack of ( Read more... )

Last night's and this morning's storms were fantastic. I drifted to sleep as the rain pounded our roof and then awoke when the deluge started anew this morning. I dreamt of Pennsic and sleeping in my pavilion during a storm. Seeing lightning flashes through canvas is both exhilirating and terrifying ( Read more... )