“Don’t you have a blog entry or something to do?” asks Husband, somewhat crossly. So here I am. We are looking out the patio door at the wonderful jungle of an Eden Husband has created in our small stark square suburban backyard. When he first started digging up the...
Miscellaneous Mayhem
Beans, Bigfoot, and Big Brother
Seven percent of American voters believe the moon landing was faked, six percent say Osama bin Laden is still alive, and thirteen percent think President Barack Obama is the Antichrist. Fourteen percent of Americans believe in Bigfoot. Is this good or bad news for Obama? Walk softly and carry...
God’s Handy Work
When I see phrases like “God’s handy work” I think of Mrs. Helen (William “Pug”) Williams, who writes a social column for my hometown’s weekly newspaper. Mrs. Williams lives in one of the village suburbs (yes, a village can have suburbs) and reports at length upon the comings and...
Beating the Bends
Invariably after being sucked into the vainglorious vacuum of Facebook I develop decompression illness and have to re-acclimate to real life in gradual stages to keep my head from exploding. Diving into Facebook is like sneaking peeks at the National Enquirer while waiting in line at the grocery store...
Rat Dogs, Road Rage & Refrigerator Magnets
“It’s to shield her eyes from the sun,” says the large scowling man with the little rat dog. He is referring to the frilly pink polka-dot bonnet his dog is wearing, which perfectly matches the frilly pink polka-dot skirt that’s been tied pertly around her middle. Husband has just...