Legend of the Moon Ring
Switzerland has weather sniffers. Punxsutawney has Phil. Around here, we have the Old Timer up the road who has a cat name Mr. Sh*thead and hates everyone.
Psst… I haven’t worn real clothes in weeks
I was never one for fashion. My wardrobe consists of “good” jeans and t-shirts and “chore” jeans and t-shirts. Now, weeks into the quarantine, my everyday fashion routine has devolved into changing from my “nighttime” pajamas to my “daytime” pajamas and vice versa.
Postcards from Quarantine
The storm will pass…
Postcards from Quarantine
No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.
Postcards from Quarantine
We’ll laugh about the old days… and catch up on the new.
Postcards from Quarantine
A hero is an ordinary individual…
Postcards from Quarantine
A lesson for all of us… pass it on.
Hope floats
Many nights, I have been jolted awake by overwhelming anxiety. My brain is so muddled by daily news briefings, charts, graphs, dire predictions, and terrible news, that I find myself paralyzed by the unknown.
Amazing Grace
Through many dangers, toils and snares, We have already come, ‘Twas grace that brought us safe thus far, And grace will lead us home.
Lyme disease… the silent assassin
We’ve all heard it… Lyme Disease is the fastest growing vector disease in the United States. Most of you either know someone who has contracted it or may suffer from it yourself. It is a disease that does not discriminate. It is resilient. It is stealthy. It is mysterious. It is devastating.
Welcome to the “50’s Club”
Unlike many of my friends, I have never fretted over becoming a year older. I seamlessly transitioned from one year to the next without a bump in the birthday road. I aspired to the thought that age is just a number and nothing more, and so, my 50th birthday came and went without much vexation.…
Farm Rules
Rule 1: Do not complain that the barn “stinks.” Poop smells. You know it… I know it… even the cows know it.
Phil, you dirty ‘ole bast*rd
In my neck of the woods, we’re used to snow… and lots of it. We’re used to biting winds and grey skies. We’re used to slippery back roads. We’re used to frozen fingers and frostbitten noses. We’re used to plowing the barnyard with the tractor at 2am and chiseling frozen cow sh*t from the barn…
The little Christmas tree
Every year, around the middle of December, in a snow covered field along a quiet country road, a little Christmas tree decorated with a tin foil star and a lone red ornament appears. At sunset, a solar battery powers a single strand of white Christmas lights that shine brightly in the darkness of the surrounding…
Can’t get my sh*t together
Lately, I’ve lost my shit. And it seems to be ALL over. And try as I might, I can’t get my shit together. Just when I have most of it scooped up and in a bucket and I think I’m on the verge of getting my shit together… the bucket springs a leak, and then…
WARNING: Adult Language
Me: It’s huge. It’s too big. STOP! The Farmer: You wanted it. Me: I didn’t think it was this freakin’ big. The Farmer: Just push it in and stop complaining. Me: I’m not complaining! I just don’t think it’s gonna slide in easy. The Farmer: Just give it a good shove. Me: You’re stronger… you…
The Farmers in the Dell 