The year was 2002 and we found the home of our dreams. The house sat on a half acre, directly across the street from the country club. The rooms were not numerous, but they were large and wonderful. The master suite included a complete kitchen, his and hers bathrooms, and walk-in closets – in hers,
Rose – Seeing through the site development fog thanks to a stellar WordPress tutor . . . measurements taken for new fence . . . savoring an afternoon with our Arkansas grandchildren Thorn – Not enough time in the day to do all the wonderful things I’m discovering Bud – A week of fun with
Shortly after high school graduation, our son Jeff and a close friend proposed to their fathers an adventure. The four of us would have a father-son bonding experience leaving the modern world behind and following the path of the voyagers through what is now Quetico Provincial Park in Canada. Always ready for an adventure, I
Rose – Facetime Happy Birthday wish to my sister, Edie . . . sharing The World (a globe) with grandchildren . . . transforming an eye-sore window our home into a beautiful decoration Thorn – continued frustration with building a website that works Bud – working with a tutor to remove the thorn Related Images:
In November 2013 the thirty-year-old Damon Intruder motorhome I’d been driving for less than a year gave a sigh and died on an on-ramp. This knockout punch was delivered less than a week after I made a typo calling it the Inturder. Though we laughed heartily, no one expected that to become a prophecy. Recovering
