Our memories, particularly our muscle memories, are the craziest things. Last week I posted about a Jake Weidman tedtalk on penmanship. As a fun exercise, and as something to practice together, my dad and I have started to work on our penmanship. We’ve played around with different pens—fountain pens with their inks, gel pens, regular… Continue reading Crazy Muscle Memory
This one's for my mom. My grandfather was a craftsman. He took a pedestal table from a yard sale and rebuilt it into a lovely dining room table with slide out leaves. Over the matter of twenty years he built chairs with burlwood accents crafted in to complete the set. There’s a marble top chest… Continue reading The Grandfather Clock
I’ve never been a big decorator for Halloween. Of course, I’ve never been a big decorator period. I love Christmas lights. Especially the blue and white ones. There’s something special that happens in my brain when I see a room lit up with blue and white Christmas lights like I’m a child again and could… Continue reading Natural Halloween Decorations
Last week I talked about the tides. My brain's still on that. As I said last week, I grew up in Colorado. There’s the Continental Divide in Colorado where, on one side the rivers flow one way and on the other they flow the other way. Other than that, the rivers are predictable. You put… Continue reading Tidal Rivers – Who Knew?!
I’m still on the sailing thing. There’s so much I learned that my brain wanted to explode during the class and I’m slowly mulling it over now as I have more time. As many of you know, I grew up in Colorado, a land locked state. There are reservoirs, of course, and I sailed a… Continue reading Tides
I grew up riding on the back of my dad’s motorcycle. Besides the obvious wind in the face exhilaration, one of the things I’ve always loved about it is “The Wave.” It doesn’t matter if you’re on an Indian, Harley, Honda, Kawasaki, Suzuki, or something else, if it’s safe to do so, riders for the most part… Continue reading The Wave
As I get older, it seems harder and harder to convince myself to agree to anything that even remotely looks like formal education. If it’s got a test or book learning of any kind, my brain cringes. And yet, I greatly admire those who are older and seek to learn new things with a thirsty… Continue reading The Learning Curve
Growing up, I knew my grandmother loved birds. She’d make a pheesh, pheesh, pheeshing noise that would get whatever birds were near to look her way. This was cool, but I never understood her fascination with them in the first place. Jump to years later and I find out that my dad has the same… Continue reading The Birds