Category Archives: Family Time
I Voted!
When you go to vote, they give you a sticker after that says, “I Voted!” I have to print my own this time and wear it proudly. Not because they were out, or because I voted, but because I did … Continue reading
Plodding Along the Days
We are still enjoying the company of my wife’s sister from England, though I fear we are not being good hosts as we are not getting about much. I am tied to my work, and we just don’t have the … Continue reading
Long Needed Day Off
I have recovered the site from a crash, and things are up and running like that. Good enough! I took the afternoon off today and cleaned up in the workshop some before joining my oldest daughter in some carving. I … Continue reading
Wins and Losses
It is just four in the morning. I checked the DoorDash app, and there is work to be done down in the city right now. I would imagine the volume is low. But it is there. I kind of wish … Continue reading
So Today Was…
Fun! Today was fun because I worked with my youngest daughter at my side while delivering food around. We did a bit and made some money, in fact, $50 exactly, to be exact. But while we were slow I decided … Continue reading
Driving and Wood
I went into town and earned money today, but only after dropping Missus and the kids to do a market in Preston this morning. I am disappointed that the app keeps telling my I am not taking photos as I … Continue reading
Dashing Through Time
I got together a few of the smaller pieces of scrap from the walnut in the burn bucket in the shop and put them on the lathe. I was thinking of egg cups, but they were too small. I turned … Continue reading
Yet Another Morning Entry
It’s eight in the morning now, and I slept up till about an hour ago, so I am feeling pretty good. Out of bed, dressed, down the stairs, loo, kiss the wife, clear the ash out of the woodstove, load … Continue reading
Doing the Dishes
It’s Sunday morning. I got up around six, before the curtain of night began to give way to the hot winter’s sun. It is stabbing now, killed the night and lights every corner outside, trying to find its way into … Continue reading
My Best Friends
In the 1980’s, when I was a teenager boy, my grandmother took me aside on more than one occasion and told me that the thing my mother did wrong with all her kids was to be a friend, rather than … Continue reading