Monday, July 30, 2018
The kids are going in thirty directions at one time, and we only have nine of them. Even though they're still all at least close by, it strikes me how much they are out doing their thing and helping out with others' projects.
I do enjoy when they stick around and enjoy some summer food and the company of friends, though it doesn't happen as much as I'd like.
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Friday, July 27, 2018
An offering of fine poetry and pleasing imagery from a a good friend and brother far off on the other side of the earth. He's a man for which our family is happy as punch to have as an inspiration and creative influence non-parleil...
Namaste, Uncle Weed, as ever!
Hot a dry again, these days. Hot and dry.
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
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Wednesday, July 18, 2018
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Saturday, July 7, 2018
Friday, July 6, 2018
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
Halloween, cutting dead out of the sick tree, a landmark destroyed in the face of progress and civilization, and wind in the yellow g...
America's underlying strength lies not in diversity or in any abstract or physical power, but in a sort of plurality. In reality, ...
Whewhoo! The spice of my life has re-entered my life, novelty! I am blogging today from the environs west of the Salt Lake CIty Airport, i...
Heavan. The closest I may ever come to that halcyon and much vaunted ideal is my wife, Drie. She is an angel; a person who sees the world t...