Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams
About a year and a half ago, I was finishing work on a new coffee table for my office. Earlier this year, I shared some pictures of the finished table for Jesh’s “Made from Trees” prompt. Both posts prompted questions about what would happen to the table when I retired. At both points, retirement was... Continue Reading →
I follow Jesh’s All Seasons blogfest, but I’ve never participated. Her topic this week – Made from Trees – is close to my heart, so I thought I’d cheat and enter the post I wrote about my current coffee table. Well, it seems I didn’t really write one. Oh, I wrote several posts where I... Continue Reading →
This summer has been a race against time and a battle with Mother Nature. We are trying to complete some projects around the house, maintain a garden and keep a dog happy – nature has NOT been cooperating. I have been rained out, steamed, roasted and threatened with being blown off the roof. The Editor’s... Continue Reading →
Wow! It’s the end of July. Last week, when it was the 23rd of July, I thought, “July sure is taking it’s time.” Now, it’s yielding the floor to August and before long, leaves will be turning colors and we’ll be preparing for winter. OK, maybe I’m rushing a few seasons a bit. We are... Continue Reading →
Linda G. Hill has left me in the bar in an untenable position relative to her Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. At least here in the States, there is an obvious way to roll this week. Let’s see if I can avoid it. According to Linda: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is... Continue Reading →
Linda G. Hill has started the conversation at the bar this week and, in following the rules for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday, I guess I need to skip the “If we were having a beer…” introduction. Well, if we were having a beer, my buddy would be curious. If you’re curious about SoCS, the... Continue Reading →
“Oceanic, that’s it.” “What are you talking about?” “My wife asked me about the full name of the seafood place over in East Hartford – it’s Mickey’s Oceanic.” “I don’t like it when you guys come in here talking about other restaurants.” “Don’t mind my young friend, Cheryl, he’s having a senior moment. Besides, Mickey’s... Continue Reading →
Every now and then, a piece of wood speaks to a woodworker. It tells the woodworker how it needs to be used - what it wants to be. Early last month, I spied this worm-eaten slab in Woodcraft, and it said “I want to be your coffee table.” I walked by the slab several times.... Continue Reading →
