I grew up in the rural South. The kind of place where a cane pole and hook were the way to dinner. It took a bit of work, you’d have to dig worms, handle the slimey of putting a worm, livers, or cheese puffs on a hook and then figure out how to carefully keep…
The Year of Allowing
Uncovering the Drip
We’re in the middle of renovating our soon to be home. It’s an interesting thing to work with others on how to rehab a 1954 home. We love the bones of the old girl, she’s up on a hill, surrounded by trees and you can see the stars at night. As we’ve worked with a…
A Lesson from the Convertible…
This week my beloved Vroomhilda was difficult. A fifteen year old very polite vw cabrio convertible, the old girl became somewhat of a pain lately. I’d like to say that it’s because she’s finicky, selfish or perhaps just plain old mean, but the truth is she’s been doing work that was not hers without enough…