By tradition, we often do an “encore turkey,” to ensure that we have leftovers all the way through July. A Hobbit’s second breakfast.
Remember back when I accidentally drank decaf coffee for a few days and thought I was dying? That gave me perspective like nothing else.
In these days before Thanksgiving, we sit by the fire and listen for “returning feet and voices at the door,” as per Tolkien.
Friends gathered for a surprise bash in the backyard. Still not sure how my daughters pulled that one off.
Best grilled swordfish I've ever tasted, and the gin was really great too.
Dogpark Gary-- always a sage, often an inspiration – explains that we have entered the Age of Frustration.
This is where the Happy Hour Hiking Club met Saturday, some 60 souls awaiting salvation and a Messiah in stone-washed jeans.
This time of year, I miss picking out pumpkins with the kids. I miss getting down on the garage floor and carving them.
This fall has had an early start – a little crisp, a little soupy. The other night, I made a fire. And a candy-corn martini.
Since Smartacus left, I’ve been living mostly on microwave popcorn and cheese curds. I call it “the Packers Diet.”