Finally got our trailer back. Mostly. A jury-rigged dinette seat because Gulf Stream has basically shut down all ‘woodworking’ since March 2020. But it is back in our driveway and no one died in the transport of the trailer, which means I didn’t forget anything in the last several months about hauling a giant tinContinue reading “Lessons From The Road: Adventures Of Newbie Travel Traileristas, A Coda (Kinda)”
So. The tape. Oh, that tape. Well, it speaks for itself, and hopefully those chickens are coming home to roost in Georgia soon enough … so instead, I’ll stick to why you actually came here – urban chickenology! Chickens make a better topic than Lame Duck L’orange anyway. If you remember our chickens, those threeContinue reading “Backyard Eggs – The New Bitcoin”
Remember those fuzzy chicks we acquired, who somehow survived life in a cardboard box on our covered patio and moved into a wooden coop in our backyard? Who then disappeared from my blog, like characters in a pilot written out of the show when it goes to series (‘gone but not forgot-hen’?)? Well, they’re thriving,Continue reading “Pullets: The Chronicles Of A Chicken Daddy”
What happened when we hit the road with a new travel trailer? Less death and destruction than you would think.
So you’re stuck at home with a nasty case of pandemic and budding bungling fascism. You can’t travel, which makes it hard to accomplish your lifelong dream: startling reindeer and puffins with a random primal scream. Iceland has you covered. This might be one of the more brilliant tourism promotional campaigns I’ve ever seen. TheContinue reading “A Song Of Iceland: Fire Up The Jet”
When trying a new recipe such as Maque Choux, the first step is obvious: figure out how to pronounce it. If you’re going to try a new dish and then write about the experience like a competent cook and not an Inspector Clouseau of the kitchen, you could at least be bothered to get theContinue reading “I Wanna Be A Maque Choux Man”
Believe it or not, our chickens are still alive. Hobbes, Wonderwing, and Kylo Hen are now pullets – in other words, hormonal tweens – and have so far avoided raccoon attacks, dying of thirst, spontaneously combusting, or any of the other fates that kept me up at night ever since we set up their cardboardContinue reading “Count Your Chickens Before They Lay … Because It Takes A While”
Responses to what I’ve seen on Social Media, in no particular order, and with no particular judgement beyond that which is blatantly embedded in my word choices. Black lives matter. Any good cop who turns bad after all this was never a good cop in the first place. To the cops in Buffalo: maybe itContinue reading “When The Lights Go Down”
Do sports matter? Of course not. And absolutely. High-level sports have kicked off again with the return to action of Germany’s Bundesliga. They’re playing in empty stadiums, and five substitutions are allowed per match, instead of the usual three (although only three chances to sub per regulation, and an extra chance during extra time). SubstitutesContinue reading “If You Kick A Soccer Ball In The Forest …”
Things I wish I could have said during years working member service for a credit union.