Friday, March 23, 2018

De-Southwesting, Sessions 4 and 5

Anita's basement
This post has been a year in the making.

Around the time of the 2017 Superbowl, we bought a fridge for the basement. That was the beginning of the basement makeover, moving it from Anita's favorite silly-putty color to something more modern, with a rustic edge.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Race Report Delayed: Memories of Burro Running

I was up at 5:15am this morning, dragging my rear end downstairs to bash on the treadmill for a while. The sun isn't making it's presence known until nearly 7am in my neighborhood at the moment, and I had a 7am call. I've been running from work lately (since sunset is 4:50pm right now) to get a partially lit run in, but today we are meeting up with folks after work, and I've got plans at lunch already. So the dreaded treadmill it was.

Lately, as much as I would prefer to run outside, the treadmill hasn't been too bad. The exactly even pace zones me out, and as long as I have a good audiobook, I don't constantly stare at the time and the distance. This morning though, I was paying less attention to Tiny, Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed, and more attention to memories of races-past.

Specifically, my second running of that fall classic, "Run with the Burros," retold below.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Particular Set of Skills

Ok, so here's the news: Fred is leaving his post as neighborhood mailman. His last day will be Jan 31. According to Fred, via text to Eric, he's a contract employee, and the post office told him that he would need to start delivering three times the mail, but didn't offer him a raise. Fred told them what he would need in order to do the job, and they refused, so he quit.

I am seriously wondering if "three times the mail" is just the rest of the mail and the packages he doesn't deliver daily, but what do I know.

However, this is not the point of this blog.

Sunday, December 24, 2017


As I write this, our mailman has just received our annual tribute Christmas gift from us.

See, getting the mail around here isn't quite the same as getting the mail in the 'burbs. In the burbs, you have the mailman like Mr. McFeelly from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.

Out here, it's a little more like Funny Farm.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Captain Crazy Crunch

I consider myself a fairly capable person, able to handle a rather good deal of "stuff" that comes my way. And by "stuff," I mean managing my job, where I get random calls and emails from all over the world, help keep a house surrounded by animals upright, and generally make it through the day without necessitating my arrest or hospitalization.

One thing, however, gets me every time.

And that one thing, folks is...

The cereal aisle of the grocery store.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

What if #MeToo Isn't Enough?

This morning, Time named the #MeToo movement as it's Person of the Year, as "The Silence Breakers." For some, this seems a little strange as the idea of "person," taken literally, is singular, and this is a movement, which is necessarily plural. It's important to remember that Time does this fairly regularly - "The Protester," "The Whistleblower," "The Good Samaritans" and "The American Solider" have all been past persons of the year. The #MeToo movement seems a stark contrast and perhaps stands in purposeful opposition to last year's Person of the Year, the man holding the highest elected office in the US, who has been accused of sexual assault and harassment by at least 12 women.