Every year, like clockwork, I end up battling beetles.  They are the literal scourge of my weeping pussy willow and cherry trees as well as my beautiful roses.  I tend to blame the former occupants of our home...

Moving forward on the journal has been slow.  Distractions abound.  Since the tone of the paper skin and fact that it was just a smidgen too small once pasted onto the book cover, I knew some corrective work...

In January, my honey noticed that I was watching a lot of TV.  Compulsively and the content of which, I feel comfortable sharing he finds disturbing.  Something needed to be done, and being a man of action, A...

“Seriously, are you making more pickles!?!”  That was the question asked this morning when A.D. saw the crock on the kitchen counter and the mason jars in a neat line. “I am not making more...

Several years ago I obtained a puzzle that was a picture of clock gears and parts all strewn about; I don’t remember where or why.  I’m not really a puzzle person, so having and doing the puzzle...

Today’s adventure is a blend of two earlier posts, my 2016 food goals and one on being a tourist in your own town. The plan was to hit the Rockwell Museum of Western Art, see the sponsored Rockwell Alley...

Thursdays are tough for me at work and the first Thursday of each month means that in addition to the regular craziness, I also have to stay after for a late meeting.  This past Thursday, however, marked the...

Last year was a year of travel, and on this particular trip we took an early morning journey out to Fire Island National Seashore for a beautiful sunrise scene and hike around the lighthouse. It was beautiful...