Jan
27
2015

A Dark and Stormy Night

When I walked to my closet, I stepped in something wet. Startled, I looked around for little boys. When I remembered that they were in their own houses for a change, I looked up. My ceiling was dripping. In fact, there was a bit of a bulge. …continue reading

Dec
08
2014

Home-Cooked Meals vs. Reality

….reality never comes through for me. I turn away from the stove for a second, and presto, the bacon is on fire. I set the oven for 400 instead of 350, and the hash brown muffins turn into hockey pucks… …continue reading

Oct
27
2014

My New Hobby

I really don’t like holding babies or actually playing with children. Children aren’t great conversationists, and I find that the games that delight them become don’t do much for me. Peek-a-boo just isn’t that exciting the 50th, or 500th time you play it. In retrospect, my life plan to retire early and babysit grandchildren might have been ill-considered. …continue reading