“Every man looks upon his wood pile with a sort of affection.” https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/199908-every-man-looks-upon-his-wood-pile-with-a-sort 22jan20. Well. Dang. I had a nice few paragraphs here a minute ago, on why I enjoy…
We’d moved to our Land Park house. I wanted to volunteer, to get involved in the area as I’d been in the old midtown place. The Land Park Volunteer Corps…
I am gearing up to write some hike logs. There is no shortage of material to write about. We have taken many hikes over the last year, especially with Laura…
I found myself sailing back in time and space, and then my feet hit the ground and I stared at a neat cottage in front of my face. Dutch Colonial,…
California seems the perfect place for a walk. This is chauvinism. Everyplace is good for a walk. That includes New Jersey. Jersey gets a bad rap from its ugly industrial…
Took a job. As a Census Enumerator. I count heads in households. Big houses. Small apartments. To all, an interloper, an interruption in their day. Some welcome me, others reject…
You don’t know what you don’t know. On our coffee walk, Greg mentioned the Dunning-Kruger effect where people overestimate their competence. I looked it up and it seems the studies…
26mar20 I took a 2.3 mi walk to Franklin Blvd and back. On the way, I heard the sound of leaf blowers outside the door.. This is unchanged since the…
Will has a knack for handiwork that I lack. When I have spare time I write, or read. When he has spare time he works on things with his hands.…
I stopped by the large Federal office building near church after livestreaming the mass to get a National Parks pass from the BLM – I’m 62 now. The guards said…
A nice morning. Up early – before 6am. Breakfast. To church to operate the video setup. Dropped in to say hi to Laura, then to Emigh Hardware to get a…
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