April 2020

I get migraines. Most of mine, last for three days. This is day two. When I have them, it becomes slightly difficult to think about much else. So. Yesterday, I spotted a wild turkey in our meadow. A few days earlier, Mary spotted one also. And here are a couple of crappy photos. A hen. […]

  Yesterday. I was simply amazed. Again. There isn’t a day that passes, that in one way or another, something makes my socks fall down, all the way to my ankles. Well. Most of the time, I just wear those little socks that barely even come up to my ankles. But regardless. I’m struck, is

If you see a good old number two pencil lying on the desk, you may not think one way or the other about the thing. We’ve seen a thousand of them in our lifetimes. A neat wooden dowel, painted bright yellow, a line of lead running right down the center, nifty pink hat. But think

The Easter Egg Roll. They hold it at the White House yearly. I’ve never witnessed this, in person or on TV. I’ve only heard mention of it on newscasts, and haven’t seen what the actual event looks like. I hope they have canceled it for this year. Mostly, when I’ve caught a glimpse of any

  I had a famous great-great-great-uncle. Well, fame is all relative I suppose. No pun intended. Relative. Anyway, his name was Alfonso Dearth Wourms. I know. It is a terrible name. The Wourms part is German. At some point, they came out of the city of Worms in the southern part of Germany. It is

Not that I do all that many home projects anymore, but the old rule comes up in so many other areas of life. Measure twice. Cut once. This should be true with all things. Checking the details, making sure everything is correct, crossing those t’s and dotting our cute little i’s. Yes, ensuring that measurement

I don’t have much to say about her from sheer memory. Mary Pickford. I noticed today is her birthday, on this April 8th, having entered this world in the year 1892. I could tell you that she was an actress, in the early goings of film. I know she started on Broadway, and that D.W.

  Postcards, from the edge of Preble County, Ohio. I just wanted to let you know that things here are mostly okay during all of this. The normal feelings arise from time to time, like anxiety about the unknown, anger at the callousness of others, and intermittent fears. But I would say that every day