Tales of a Thirty-Something

In honor of this guy's upcoming birthday, I have decided this whole blog post should be dedicated to him. He's a busy bee. So, let's take a look at a day in the life. This is a real, pretty frequently seen treat - a tractor person in the wild! Note the beverage-guzzling.  He may only be turning 42, but he's embracing his inner 82. We used to have problems with people driving a bit in our front yard. Now, we have a very official-looking DOT sign silently yelling at anyone who thinks twice. Next up, he'll be yelling at the residents in our neighboring graveyard to turn down their music. Mike brought home the newest member of our household the other day.  Everyday we can be reminded about the collapse of the middle class and how millionaires and billionaires are ruining everything. We all know you can't talk about Mike without talking about Geno. Here's Geno hiding in the curtains, like the cat-dog he is. So if you see this guy floating down the river, or hangi...

Well, my last post was over 8 years ago. Should we start from the beginning?...just kidding. I'm bringing this blog thing back, as I've signed off the social media circuit. Here is where I'll update whomever, wherever what life is looking like. Read it, or not. The posts will probably be less exciting than the ones I wrote 8 years ago when I was living in a foreign country, having adventures in a culture as different as a camel on a pogo stick. Covid and winter time has been HARD. It's been cold and wet, but not much snow, so really it's just been the hard parts of winter. We have been able to have some fire-side chats with friends. To do that, I need the kind of fire that's so hot, you don't even want a jacket on when it's freezing out. I'll usually start building it an hour or two before anyone comes over to get it that hot. Really, it's become an artform. Aside from these once-in-awhile social "events," we've been home with the d...