by Mir | Sep 8, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
I spent about two hours, this morning, rending my clothing and trying to get BlogSpot to publish my posts. I finally left for a hair appointment that ended up being longer than Titanic, and when I came home, my screen was still flashing the dreaded yet cheerful:...
by Mir | Sep 8, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
“Mama, milk is very cold.” “Yes, that’s true.” “And milk can be made into ice cream!” “Yep. Yummy.” “And that is why ice cream is cold.” “Ummmm… well… uhhhhh… okay.”...
by Mir | Sep 7, 2004 | Detritus
I’ve still got… ummm… at least fifteen pounds of apples. Fresh, juicy, orchard-ripe apples. We’d demolished the Labor Day apple crisp at the barbeque, so I decided to make another one. I swear to you, I finished filling the dish and got it into...
by Mir | Sep 7, 2004 | Irreconcilable Differences
Okay, I’m over the whole Tragic Biking Accident thing, now. Thank you for your comments. Special thanks to my Dad for reminding me about the incident where my finger was slammed in a car door upon our arrival at a cast party. Yep, I did the silent scream in a...
by Mir | Sep 6, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
We met up with friends and went to a local orchard and picked about thirty pounds of apples today. Then we went back to their house and made apple crisp, and applesauce, and husked corn and marinated meat and got ready for the barbeque to come later. But before we...
