The cup of self-discovery

"Hi Bill! How are you this morning?" Martina asked two minutes ago when I walked through the door here at Abby's. "I don't know yet," I answered. She laughed, just the way a good waitress would. "I'll bring you your coffee!" she said. And she did. Hopefully in a little while I will know how I am.

How do we sleep in this searing heat?

How are we supposed to get any sleep tonight – in this searing, steamy, heat?! How? How? And how did we ever live in Arizona? I remember 122°! Or maybe it was 123! And here we are melting in Alaska! Seriously, how are we going to sleep tonight?

The boys in the backyard who were somewhere else, part three

The third boy I found in the backyard who was not there was the one in the house raising hell: Lynxton

There are about three shows I try to watch every week with Margie, Longmire is one of them. I put up all three posts during the commercial breaks.

The boys in the backyard who were somewhere else, part 2

The second boy I found in the backyard who was not there was the one boating with his uncle: Kalib.

The boys in the backyard who were somewhere else, part one

The first boy I found in the backyard who was not there was the one in Anchorage: Jobe.