Perhaps you’ve seen a variation of this floating around the web. For me, this pretty much sums up one of the major ways in which the modern world has lost its balance.
Is there anyone left in the western world who doesn’t instantly recognize all of the logos? If you want to see how you did with the names of the leaves (okay, I did throw in one trick leaf) click to see the answers.… Read More
I love telecommuting from a home office. I’m not bothered by ringing office phones or distracted by conversations. I love that I can dress for comfort without worry of judgement. And I especially love that I get to have my dogs with me all day long.
But when did life get so hectic that, in needing to run to the store to pick up a few items, I forgot to change out of my slippers? I didn’t even notice until … Read More
I’ve got the house to myself for a few days, with a ton of work to get through and an empty fridge. Last night, by the time I’d finished, I was too tired to go to the grocery store. That left me with some brussel sprouts from my garden, an onion, some fresh herbs, and some chick peas. Not exactly scintillating ingredients, but I managed to get a pretty satisfying roasted dish out of them.
As I was making quick … Read More
One of the ways I help myself miss Cait a little less is to text her. I was sharing outdoor survival tips from an article I was reading.
Glad to see her sense of humor is still in tact.… Read More
If I never looked at another calendar again, this is how I would always know that fall is only days away.
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Paris (AFP) – There is the riddle of the Bermuda Triangle. The unresolved identity of Jack the Ripper. The enigma of how the Universe developed beyond a quark-gluon soup following the Big Bang. And then there is the Sheepdog Mystery. A puzzle that has niggled mathematical minds for years, the Mystery is this: how does a single dog get so many selfish sheep to move so efficiently in the same direction? The answer, revealed on Tuesday in a journal published
We’re in the countdown hours until Cait leaves for college. I’ve been trying to hold onto every moment.
Apparently, I haven’t been too subtle about it. While stopping at our favorite ice cream place as part of our end-of-summer rite, I was yet again asking my daughter where she was off to next and when she would be returning home.
She looked at me with a wistful smile and said, “Mom, you’re never going to be able to store up … Read More
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