Learning to DIY, trimming the beard installment

My every-four-week vanity appointment fell on Friday. The beard, she does grow fast. My great friend Theresa can’t open her salon. Decades of trims of the hair and beard, cut. My dear wife Karen and I planned for it. I chose the Panasonic trimmer out of the many listed on Amazon. It was delivered to…

A really tough Easter week

Easter is a day to celebrate a rebirth. We won’t get into the hard-boiled religious implications of this day that has slowly given way to bunnies, eggs and, hopefully, family celebrations. I wish to include the spirit of Passover, too, in this tale of a day meant for signaling love, spent and to come. We…

Thank goodness for our digital family connections

I won’t see my terrific daughter when I want because, well, you know why. She’s got a big, important birthday to celebrate. I will sit at home and admire the photograph she sent me of the windows she decorated to spruce up the place where she lives with wonderful George Three. We tell each other…

Even the cherished rescue mutt knows the current rules

We hadn’t seen the kids since mid-March, but terrific daughter Elisabeth had added two cloth masks to an order she’d made for her and George Three. So over they came over for a drop-off so my dear wife Karen and I would have them for our essential (and sparing) trips to the grocery and pharmacy.…

Roses are trying hard

They’re not near the flower stage yet, but I am heartened by the greening state of our rose bush branches as mid-April nears. The big specimen up from looks great as it starts year two of its life in our yard.

The winners up front are yellow, too

My dear wife Karen requested a good look from me before we departed on our 4 p.m. walk with our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle. She pointed out the first flower power of the spring up front. Yes, yellow sprouts again. Just like out back.

So that’s what you were doing, dear wife

So now I wake up in the morning, let our cherished rescue mutt out, and then see obvious signs tucked away that allow me to make note of what my dear wife Karen was quite busy accomplishing the day prior while I spent my time working in the living room for my library job. I…

Down to the rubble

The day after the clatter and shake, the crew is gone, the house is down, the remnants of that burned house remain. They are doing a good job of keeping me away from center zone, at least.