Because the thought occurred now and it might be gone tomorrow
I’m not sure if we’re going for a roadside shanty theme, but our growing string light setup is certainly more pleasant to look at from afar than the standard suburban system of single-bulb external illumination. The overlapping fields of small-lumen bulbs provide a less invasive experience to the human eye, which I’m finding quite superior …
I realize the postings have been scarce as of late, but that’s due to a lengthy bathroom renovation, which will in itself constitute a lengthy post once complete. But for now, I’ll highlight our recent vacation–the modern equivalent of a suburban slideshow: But first, some background. As in, why would we decide to go to …
Hey look y’all! Another lightbulb post! You bet! I have much jesting, at the expense of Baby Boomers and my wife. *** Okay, so this is just one of those filler posts I come up with in winter. But even in the mediocrity of suburban creativity can one ruminate. One can also be that shameless …
Legend tells of the American west, where virgin prairie grass roots grew 12 feet down. Legend also tells of cultivated Kentucky bluegrass on a certain suburban plot in southwest Ohio, whose roots seem to almost match that depth. And as I set about removing it with shovel and mattock, I can understand how sod created …
I love meat. I hunt. I worked in a butcher shop. I clean it, cure it, season it, cook it, serve it. I’d raise it too, but city ordinances take a dim view of such practices. And with hunting seasons limited and public lands far away, I’m generally relegated to the suburban method of procurement: …