The 2012 Druzgal Olympics have begun! Help us choose a new game!
Hey Griswold. Where do you think you’re gonna put a tree that big? Bend over and I’ll show you. Okay, Kurt is not at ALL like Clark Griswold, but ever since we bought our house with its 23′ great room ceiling, our Christmas Trees have been, well…obnoxious.
In 2009, before I began blogging, Kurt and I shared an eventful year via a video holiday card for family and friends. We were living in Los Angeles. 2009 was insane. Obama’s inauguration was the first I ever watched. Kurt had assignments in Point Pleasant, West Virginia and Hastings, Nebraska before being moved to Los … More December Flashback: Carol of the Druzgals
As you might remember, I’m currently house-sitting in the woods of rural western Pennsylvania. The house comes with three labrador retrievers, and I brought my own. It’s a little chaotic, so one of my reprieves from that is making them all wait until all food and water dishes are filled before they get to eat. … More Feeding Time with Four Labrador Retrievers
I’m dog-sitting for the next ten days. The house is on thirteen acres of rural western Pennsylvania, without internet, only enough signal for a text message and a landline analog phone still clinging to one of the necessities of living where electricity may be out for days. My cell phone burns the battery overnight as … More Sitting Dogs and UnPlugging
First, Happy Birthday to my sister. She was born almost midnight on Halloween a long, lonnnng, lonnnnnnnng time ago. 😉 She was actually named Wendy because she was born on Halloween. Mom named her after Wendy the Good Witch on Caspar the Friendly Ghost. Secondly, Happy Halloween! Some of my Facebook friends have already seen … More Halloween Wishes from Bax Vader
Earthquake. I was in bed, tucked snugly between my pillows, laptop in hand, and it suddenly felt like somebody was pushing against the wall behind me, jostling the back of the bed. I remembered why I don’t sleep naked in L.A.
“The person susceptible to “wanderlust” is not so much addicted to movement as committed to transformation.”Pico Iyer A friend recently asked me why I travel so much. As I sit on on our deck this morning, swinging and clacking away at my laptop (blogging is the only time I don’t compose with pen and paper) … More On wanderlust and writing hard. On Iyer, Patchett and Loren
Yesterday I went to Skunk Hollow, a rural area of northern Indiana County, Pennsylvania where my brother lives. It’s an Amish area, since the early 40s according to my late Gram, who said she was there when they bought the first farm in the area. I was there to pick elderberries, but arrived late. I … More A note on yesterday, a teaser for tomorrow and another trip to Coshocton, Ohio
I don’t sell what I make. It’s a product of love and a gift of love. So if you receive one, I either like you very much or you’ve done something very wonderful and I want to thank you in a really special way. While I sometimes add fruit from a farmer’s market, I’m not … More A Philosophy of Jetiquette and a Steelers’ Bucket full of elderberries