Look, I realize this is family website, sort of, but I know no other way of starting this story except to say this: It has been a very long time since I used a condom. Now that that is out of the way . . . In my recent revamp…
Fear Floater
I swatted away the small spider that must have been hanging from a web attached to the ceiling. It didn’t go away, now it seemed to be in my hair above my left eye. I smacked at the area, then ran my fingers through that area. It was still there….
June 12, 1776
As the United States marks the 250th anniversary of Independence, I was curious as to what was happening this week in 1776. June 12, 1776 On June 12, 1776, Virginia’s Fifth Revolutionary Convention unanimously adopted the Virginia Declaration of Rights. George Mason drafted this document, which declared that all men…
Opening Bell
We turn on an audio birdy monitor every night before we go upstairs to bed so that we can hear Piper should he need us during the night. Our previous bird, Cato, a Lutino cockatiel, was prone to nightfrights, startling and thrashing around in the dark. We have never had…
A Trunken Sailor
Traveling along the shore in Port Orchard, Washington, heading to the rental home we love, I noticed something new. “Is that a statue back there?,” I asked my husband. He quickly glanced in the rear view mirror, “I can’t tell. We’ll look when we come back this way.” It was…
The Force Is With Me
I am not much of a jewelry wearer, I even take my wedding rings off at home. I put them on when I go out, as well as a stud earring. If going out out, say to dinner or an event, I usually add another ring to my right hand….
My Optic Nerves And IHOP To The Wrong Conclusion
I carefully slid my thumb up towards the rim of the full cup, trying to remove a thick hair clinging to the interior side of the mug and scaling the wall to save itself from drowning in my hot coffee. I was grossed out, but did not want to say…
Louisa May Alcott’s Orchard House
As my husband drove us to the most well-known historical site in Concord, Massachusetts, he said, “Wow. That is a very cool house.” Before I could reach for my binoculars, tucked in the pocket that runs the length of the bottom interior passenger door, he spoke again. “Wait. There’s a…
I Can’t Even Look At You!
Sunday mornings is when we give Piper’s mansion (we never call it a cage) a deep clean, as well as the living room where he spends most of his time. On this particular day, we had finished, setting Piper up for the day. I was working at the dining room…