A Yukon prayer: “May the holes in my wind shell, the holes in my fleece…
A #Yukon prayer: “May the holes in my wind shell, the holes in my fleece liner, the holes in my longjohns, and the… twitter.com/i/web/status/9…
A #Yukon prayer: “May the holes in my wind shell, the holes in my fleece liner, the holes in my longjohns, and the… twitter.com/i/web/status/9…
@PodSaveAmerica My Canadian, French-only-speaking five year old son regularly hums the Pod Save America theme. He a… twitter.com/i/web/status/9…
Intensive training for an Olympics 2020 demonstration sport: Synchronized Something-or-other
Was a time that if you stated “I wouldn’t have thought the human ____ (e.g., liver, stomach, lung, uvula) was c… twitter.com/i/web/status/9…
Wouldn’t it be nice if life came with instructions…
Final tally of things destroyed by yesterday’s snowblowing session: block heater cord (my fault), bicycle pump valv… twitter.com/i/web/status/9…
“Why the Scariest Nuclear Threat May Be Coming from Inside the White House” is a terrific, terrifying piece. Yet on… twitter.com/i/web/status/9…
Two-family ice fishing on Little Fox Lake yesterday. Caught our limit of lake trout and downed much hot chocolate.
The boys are playing “Batman Dog” this morning. To inquire after the rules of the game is to completely misinterpre… twitter.com/i/web/status/9…
Starting 2018 off eight feet underground with a hairdryer. Pump house froze up during the festivities.
Happy New Year Atlantic time zone, and 30-minute belated best wishes Newfoundland. Done celebrating, heading to bed — West Coast.
Good thing I got up at 4am on Boxing Day to catch up on work.