Eleven Miles
Today I took time to run eleven miles. Two things about that: first, I ran with my wife, which pretty much never happens, let alone that far; second, this is the farthest I have run... More »
Today I took time to run eleven miles. Two things about that: first, I ran with my wife, which pretty much never happens, let alone that far; second, this is the farthest I have run... More »
My wife and I had a brief conversation this morning. "I want to run the Vermont 50 this fall," she tells me. Funny, I had the same idea. We did some calculations and figure we... More »
We were driving home from my mother-in-law's house this afternoon, trying to remember how we spent our afternoon on this holiday last year. We couldn't. Seriously, we could not, between the two of us, remember... More »
I was going to offer some photos of the ice storm that knocked out our power for a day, but my wife is hogging our home computer where the photos are to get her paperwork... More »
Last night a loud crash woke me in the night. My wife was in with my daughter who had woken up and needed some parental attention. A Snap! Then a Bang! Then tinkling and shooshing.... More »
OnEarth magazine reports this month that married couples use less energy and fewer resources than divorced couples: Researchers at Michigan State University have found that between 2001 and 2005, divorced households in the united States... More »
I am a big fan of eating together as a family. We do it when we can, but Tuesdays and Thursdays are tough. I pick up the children late enough (and my wife gets home... More »
Three large baskets of laundry, folded and put away! Lasagna prepared and cooked! Kitchen cleaned! Floor swept and mopped! Family holiday gifts wrapped! Seventeen books read! Fire rekindled and maintained! Sleds pulled up hill and... More »
Yesterday while putting the finishing touches on a fine dinner of homemade pasta and cheese, I got a call from a friend. It turns out he didn't want to talk to me, at least not... More »
Yesterday I wrote that I was in danger of being slain by my spouse for heating the woodstove to sun-like temperatures shortly before heading to the down-comforter-covered bed on the second floor where the heat... More »