2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here's an excerpt: The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 110,000 times in 2014. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 5 days for that many people to see…

I’m swimming with the pretty Fish of Gold card

The artistic hand of Fishy has brightened my holidays. All of them. Fish of Gold’s hand-drawn card (then printed out) arrived by U.S. post yesterday morning. Fishy gave me a smile with her snow person up front visiting from the left coast, and many smiles with her inside message. I am now wished thoroughly well,…

Captain Poblano, true traveler

Why she’ll always be my dear wife Karen, Chapter I’ve lost count: When the mail came today, I was handed a bubble envelope and told to open it. A present had arrived via U.S. post, ordered special by my beloved spouse. Alas, it came six days late for my Beddian Birthday but five days before…

Welcome a TV star from Evil Squirrel’s Nest

Yes, that is a squirrel doing what you think it might be doing. Oh, nuts, I thought after I ripped open my Christmas card from Bill, the wonderful creator over at Evil Squirrel’s Nest. Earlier this month, ESN declared on his blog that he had 20 pieces of his hand-drawn artwork featuring his recurring furry…

So why did I think I needed to flap my trap?

So it was just four days ago that my blogging friend mewhoami posted her excellent piece titled “Whose Blog Is It Anyway?” If you click the link above, you’ll see that she wondered about folks who “hop around to various blogs, critique their writing styles and make suggestions on how they would have written the…

On Dec. 7, I’m moved to think about numbers

Of course Dec. 7 means so much to many people. Pearl Harbor. Horror. Honor. War. Bravery. All of those emotions will forever be tied to the morning of Dec. 7, 1941, when the Japanese Air Force descended upon Honolulu and destroyed the U.S. ships in the Hawaiian base. My dear wife Karen and I toured…

It’s been something, Nano Poblano

As I sat type-type-typing away on my recliner this Sunday morning, my dear wife Karen looked over from the couch and said, “Is this the last day of Nano Poblano?” No tone. Straightforward question. Yes, dear, said I. She had me. Yes, I was indeed going up my email notifications, last night to right now,…