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...
by Mir | Sep 5, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
One of the things I like about being a Methodist is that our services tend to be right about an hour long. And unlike some other religions, we have them on Sunday mornings. Not Saturday nights, not in the middle of the week; there is not an expectation that one must...
by Mir | Sep 4, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Tonight at bedtime we commenced an all-too-common search for Monkey’s beloved “teetee.” Teetee is a most ratty and disgusting security blanket. Monkey does not sleep without teetee. And in our family it is understood that you may joke about almost...
