In Texas there is a saying that “You can tell a man’s character by the shape of his woodpile.” I don’t know where this originated but I suspect it came from my grandfather. I heard it periodically as a child whenever my character was found to be needing adjustment. “Bark up!” I can recall him […]
This year, 2025 has just begun. Brown grass has turned green. There is ice on the pond in the morning and by 1pm it is 73 degrees (F). It’s a two-coat morning and a tee shit afternoon. It is too early for spring, though I am always ready for it. Not that Theresa cares or
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“Ward Thee Well, Theresa II. I, Your Little Ship Will Rip Asunder. Dark Eyes, Swirling Skies Your Doom Lies With Light And Thunder.” These booming words came to me in the dark, vile and odious, leaving a knot of coldness in my stomach where a thread of hope had until now survived. I was
Humans are a weird bunch. After a lengthy stay on this planet and having hung out with a few thousand of them, I have come to that rather solid fact. In the city if you get five or ten of them together and start up a conversation there will inevitably be someone who has some
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Theresa is definitely a showoff. No one around here draws a crowd like T, as I call her. Peg, a friend of my wife’s asks: “What’s in the big barn?” and magickly a ticket for a shop tour appears. “Oh, Is this a boat?” “Well, no, It’s just the shape of a boat.” It’s always
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Once again it is almost June. It is amazing how this happens every year at the same time. The grass is almost five feet high in most parts. The wind ripples through it in waves, an ocean of grass hay. It is a really beautiful time of year here. The fresh scent of
Theresa II is undergoing her transformation from a pile of lumber to a recognizable structure. It is finally warming up here after one of the worst winters I can remember. Fifty inches of rain and a foot of snow is just not what most of us in this area want to see. Forgive the
I set my mental clock for 30 minutes and lay on the couch trying to get as comfortable as possible. My phone lay on the table within reach. In my pockets were all my standard items for the last 10 days, my flashlight, knife, money, and reading glasses. Wallet and keys were already in the
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Well here she sits, high and proud on her operating table. I say hello as I flip on the lights and head to the big door. She is now inverted, keel up, looking down at her many forms over which will flow her 48 or so oak frames and then planking. Quite an interesting shape,
Greetings to all. February arrived with thunder. With a constant parade of cyclones marching up the coast the ground was becoming saturated. The creek behind the house was nearly full, a rushing torrent, almost filling a 12’ culvert where it goes under the road. But the thunder I heard one morning two weeks ago shook
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