“So you’re almost a Sourdough”

...remarked Jim Robb upon hearing that I had just passed the ten year mark in our cozy out-of-the-way territory. Strange, I had thought that only a single so...

Bath Day, 2009

Few thrills surpass the washing of an 85-pound dog. Smidgen was unusually cooperative this past Saturday, leaving our tub area reasonably unscathed: Post tra...

The “Short”-est Day

It's a good thing I don't hold an electrician ticket. After today, I think it would be revoked, even though I was a mere accessory before the fact. I began m...

The Wages of Programming

For my first programming contract as as a private businessman, I was paid with a moose dinner and a hand-knit Icelandic sweater. I had written a small deskto...