A wasted day . . .
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.
No matter what else is going on in life, we still have to eat, right? And those of us who are married to men who can’t, don’t, or just plain won’t cook, still have to cook. And if you’re a mom, you must feed your children. Besides sleeping and paying taxes, whether married or single,…
No, I haven’t been strolling through the park, nor did the month of May start so merrily. As many of you know by now, we buried my 100-year-old mother-in-law on the 2nd of May. My two oldest sons were able to arrange to be let off their boats in order to serve as pallbearers for…
Not a murder mystery, silly. A plant mystery–my favorite kind. I passed by this plant, see, that had these big leaves, see (James Cagney voice. Anybody know who that is?) and thought silently to myself, see, that I didn’t recognize those leaves, see? You have to remember (back to my own self now) that flood…
For those of you landing here on the bayou for the first time: Family, friends, and I have been totally renovating an 80-year-old cypress house since March of this year. If you would like to catch up on the journey, just find “cypress cottage” over in the right-hand menu and you can see our progress….
This morning I noticed a hand-painted sign near the road at a little old man’s house just up the road, so I whipped in and bought 9 beautiful, home-grown tomatoes for $3.50, and he threw in the fresh-picked “Improved Celeste” figs as lagniappe (lan-yap = “something extra”), and I couldn’t wait to get home and make…
They say a picture paints a thousand words, and I think this is one chapter a boy will remember forever . . . to be continued . . . Have a peaceful day with family, everyone.