Father’s Day of 2001 was a new experience for me.
I recently spent a pleasant evening on my porch, doing absolutely nothing constructive.
After finding out the hard way that my garbage cart isn’t immune to certain critters (and I don’t mean human ones) and then catching one, if not red-pawed, at least slinking guiltily, I feel I must speak.
Is this only May? How can that be? True, June is getting closer, but it’s not in any hurry that I can see. And then there’ll be July and August, just plodding along like they don’t care.
I sometimes wonder if cell phones, laptops, etc., will ever take over completely from television as we know it.
I notice that Mother’s Day comes not a long time before school gets out for the summer.
Something there is that makes things disappear, and then makes them reappear in unexpected places.
I’m glad some folks have reported recently that they’ve seen swarms of honey bees. I haven’t seen the first lone bee this spring, and I’ve been looking.
I just finished acting in a play at East Arkansas Community College. It’s something I do every chance I get. Wanting to be on stage is like a disease with me. I guess you could say I’m a ham that can’t be cured.
When should the quest for the perfect pot roast end, and one can say, “This is it. I’m happy?”