I love this part of the day, and I love this part of the world. As my nephew starts the process of surrendering to sleep, I am absorbed in this experience, and am taken back decades, to when I used to ride similar machines on a similar plot of land, not more than 5 miles from here.
My Grandfather's Chair
This chair belonged to my grandfather.
The Cabinet (aka: 40by40 Admission of Failure)
I didn’t make the 40 posts by my 40th birthday, a fact which surprises no one and for which many are rejoicing. I did, however, write one further (insufferably long and possibly rambling) post before I ride off into the sunset to shop for a recliner with plenty of lower back support and to find a … Continue reading The Cabinet (aka: 40by40 Admission of Failure)
Lawnmowers and Legacies
Just the attempt of an aging man to make some sense of a changing world. (Or something along those lines.)