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Hot – hot – hot!

Yesterday it was 108. The saving grace is that the humidity was 13%. The swamp cooler worked admirably.  Inside it never got over 77. Today, not so lucky. At 2pm it is 101 but the humidity is 26%. Inside it is... Continue Reading →

Kearsarge Pass

The hot temperatures we are having right now made me long for the coolness of the High Sierra. I didn't make it up there nearly as often as I wanted. October 2007 is one of the few times I did.... Continue Reading →

Rats!

Yeah. Rodents. In my attic. From there they invaded my garage. I don't hate rats in general. Just those who invade my house. I love squirrels. And chipmunks and even gophers. In Caddy Shack everyone roots for the gopher, right?... Continue Reading →

Don’t Mess With Grandpa

I'm getting older. There is far more sand in the bottom of my hourglass than the top. I don't need a calendar to tell me this. I know it in my body.

Thinking about Irina’s post on Haters.

Irina has a post up, In Defense of Haters. I think she is being remarkably generous. Obviously she is not a hater of any kind. I have a theory but no evidence. I suspect most social media negativity comes because... Continue Reading →

Surgery

Warning... contains some medical graphics and discussion of medical affairs - not photos. Shouldn't be a problem but some people get squeamish about surgery or talk about hernias.   Today I went in for surgery to fix an inguinal hernia. ... Continue Reading →

Another day, another death in the family.

I am about to bury my mother-in-law. She was just over a hundred years old. I knew her for longer than I knew my adoptive mother, who died at 55. I have buried many people. My biological mother died a... Continue Reading →

The discovery of my new family.

I was adopted long ago, when I was 3 months old. At the time in Michigan, the adoption process is conducted with secrecy comparable to the Manhattan Project. I suspect the FBI might be able to crack the secrecy but… Continue Reading →

The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants

    I remember my days in high school with more than a little bitterness. My adolescence was in the late 60s and 70s. This was post "sexual revolution". We can thank the pill, Playboy, Cosmo, and Helen Gurley Brown... Continue Reading →

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