We did no chores, and have no guilt. Some days are meant for simple gratitude.
I mused that images of old houses are like a Rorschach Test and then decided I needed to find an informative link and one thing led to another and before I knew it the whole morning was shot. There are an astonishing number of psychologists who still believe in the scientific validity of interpreting a person’s interpretations […]
We've arrived at the season where we wake in the dark and have to get up anyway. Pad downstairs, start coffee, go across the road for the paper . . . oh. Look what Mama Nature has brought us, all wrapped up in a bow.
Recently the Township Planning Commission, in its wisdom, decided that one way to prevent medical marijuana "compassion clubs" from popping up like mushrooms in Torch Lake Township would be to eliminate "clubs" from permitted uses in the Zoning Ordinance. This strikes me as akin to prohibiting internet service in order to control spam. I began to think of the kinds of clubs that were thus banished from Township life. Bridge clubs, euchre clubs, book clubs, knitting clubs, model railroad clubs . . .
What am I bid for another fine autumn day? Just one more day . . .
Babs was out and about on Halloween Sunday. She writes: The leaves are all gone, but it turned into a beautiful day and then I found this very nice old farm house north of here somewhere. I loved the tire swing and two pumpkins on the porch. Me too, me too! This house was probably built in […]
November 7, 2010
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