Cold, wet weather dominated much of January, slowing down progress here at Three Geese Farm on a number of projects. Still, we managed to make some headway. As always, there is no dearth of items to tackle, even as the trees lay bare and the grass brown.
Through a long-term loan, we acquired a 20-year-old side-by-side, aka UTV, that I am attempting to resurrect. I managed to pull it inside the shop with the tractor – a tricky endeavor I managed to complete unassisted without crashing into anything, slowly towing it with a canvas strap. Since this Kawasaki Mule has been sitting outside for more...
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It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.
– Alice in Wonderland
I spent Inauguration Day assiduously avoiding the news. It was a holiday for Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday, but I am off work on Monday anyway. Save for one errand in town to have a windshield replaced that had cracked for no discernible reason, I spent that chilly winter day hunkered down in front of the iMac, getting back to work on a book project too-long delayed.
About that windshield: There was no rock chip evident, just a long snaking crack starting where the sticker is at the lower...
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“I am simply a ‘book drunkard.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, author of Anne of Green Gables
I share that sentiment with Ms. Montgomery, the Canadian author of Anne of Green Gables, a hugely popular children’s novel adapted for stage, screen, and television since its publication in 1908. Several years ago, my Beautiful Mystery Companion gave me a wooden tchotchke with that quotation on it, which now sits on, well, a bookshelf.
With the passing of the holiday season, and another stack of books arriving as gifts from my family, who understand and share this addiction, I am taking...
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On New Year’s Eve in 1999 – 25 years ago – I sat in the publisher’s office at the Daily Sentinel in Nacogdoches as the clock approached midnight. Across the Angelina River, my counterpart at the Lufkin Daily News was doing the same. A buddy who was the local manager for Southwestern Bell sat in his office as well, as did the fellow who represented the gas company. All of us were waiting for the clock to strike 12 to see if the “Millennium Bug,” also known as the Y2K phenomenon, would wreak havoc on our computer systems.
All of us remained stone-cold sober as we sat in our offices,...
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It’s been a big year. I hope the next one can be smaller.
— Amanda Anne Platt & the Honeycutters
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Another year. Jeez.
I am writing this as the penultimate day of 2024 turns into New Year’s Eve. I admit having only a vague idea what “penultimate” meant until I heard it used on an NPR story I listened to while walking just after Christmas. I Googled it on my phone while hoofing it. I didn’t have to, but you know. It’s what curious minds do in this magical age of instant access to information. For some, that means only the “facts” they want to hear. For me and others...
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