So my darling Dian made an odd request of me this week. She purchased a rather large antique mirror, complete with wooden frame, and wanted me to install it in our hallway ( Read more... )

Sailor Jim walks in and shucks his gloves, shoves them into the pockets of his heavy coat, which he also removes and hangs up by the door, then removes his overshoes and places them on the floor under the coat, and finally removes his cap, carefully shaking it off before putting on the hook next to his coat ( Read more... )

Sailor Jim is sitting to the side, carefully going over calendars for the past couple of decades and making a column of numbers on a yellow pad. After adding up, he purses his lips and slowly nods ( Read more... )

Well, shipmates ... this is it. Tomorrow is closing day and I become that dreaded thing: A Homeowner ( Read more... )

Well, let's see what's new in my life ( Read more... )

I'm sure it's just an odd coincidence and nothing more, you understand. I'm not saying it was deliberate or anything, but ... well, did anyone else happen to find it strange that Donald Trump held off actually tossing his comb-over into the ring until the very first Presidential election after Jon Stewart retired?

Okay, so yesterday Dian and I made a pilgrimage to her holy of holies, IKEA ( Read more... )

I've finished my gaming build, several months in the making. How did I screw up, let me count the ways ( Read more... )

I was at the doctor's today ( Read more... )

Last January, Dian and I started looking for a house ( Read more... )