It’s 56 degrees this morning. Not too bad. I don’t have to bundle up too much, but I do need to wear a hat. The only problem is that this I’m inside at the moment. Outside it’s 29, and for South Louisiana there’s no other word for it than cold. So when my coworker says it’s freezing outside it’s not hyperbole.
W.C. Fields once said “I like children – fried.” I like children, too, but not to eat because I think they’d be too stringy and wild-tasting. I actually love children; that’s probably why I had so many of them and welcomed more. Now with a grandchild in the mix I get to play with babies all over again without having to change them or feed them in the wee hours. […]
Naturally the holidays were a busy time in the house, a place I have been seeing too rarely these days. I looked forward to spending an inordinate amount of time back at the homestead – two whole weeks of vacation time! You’re reading ahead of me, right? You knew there would not be two straight weeks of time away from the keyboard. And there wasn’t.
The night was blacker than the thumbnail on a near-sighted carpenter, and like most nights I was putting in overtime on a bottle that I kept in my desk drawer for just such occasions. It seems as if those occasions seemed to be happening more frequently this year. I had just thrown back another belt when she walked in. She wasn’t what you would call a looker, but still you […]