The hair is red.
The gables are green.
The clothing is Late 19th Century-Eastern-Canadian-hick.
Hey kids—let’s put on a show!
The hair is red.
The gables are green.
The clothing is Late 19th Century-Eastern-Canadian-hick.
Hey kids—let’s put on a show!
‘Twas the next billing cycle, and havoc was wrought
To our finances by all the stuff that we’d bought.
I tried to be good; I strove to be frugal;
Still, you would think that I thought I owned Google. (more…)
O.K., this time there will be no rabbit trails. In my last post, I started to talk about our family’s worship experience, and I got distracted by the issue of sleep.
I love sleep.
Anyway, it is a bit ironic that I got distracted when I was talking about worship. You see, my family always gets distracted when we attempt to worship. (more…)
Hiking is a great way to damage those you love. From time to time I forget this, and I take my family out on “Togetherness” hikes. You think I would learn. You see, I have a problem with remembering things like distance and difficulty. The beautiful thirty-minute stroll that I remember turns out to be a three day slog of despair.
The walk my kids fondly refer to as, “The Killer Death Hike” took place about five years ago, (more…)