Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man Trying to make a living and doing the best I can When it’s time for leaving, I hope you’ll understand That I was born a rambling man —forrest richard betts, 1972 the few days just before leaving for a trip are always rather chaotic around here. much as […]
this weekend, the last “outside” renovation project for our house was begun and no one is happier about it than me. until now, the two “wings” of our first floor have been topped with most hideous porches, jerry-rigged by some self-proclaimed “carpenter” before the time we moved in. at their best, they looked like this: […]
we were lucky this week to have some gorgeous fall weather for cookie’s visit—almost every day was sunny and unseasonably warm. on wednesday we took a long walk, touring through the historical neighborhood above us and into downtown below us, transversing the area randomly as we went. canton is a small city with a mostly-industrial […]
this is the state of our table all this week—knitting projects strewn as far as the eye can see. cookie found my “hand” and immediately fell to playing with it . . . having a houseguest is always fun for david and me—we enjoy taking a break from our routines to spend time talking, sharing […]