The Sound of Silence
Ah, silence sure is golden all right! Here is is Friday after 5 PM and poor overworked Daddy Mac just took Sam out for an hour or so, and I’m here typing away in an Adirondack chair. I think he ...
"That’s Not My Order!"
“That’s not my order!” Sam informed me with a glare as I handed him his peanut butter sandwich which I had cut in half the same way I always do. What in the world?! Your “order...
The Last Hurrah!
Sam’s summer “vacation” has been just shy of four months long. That is one-third of a year, folks. I’ll cut to the chase — what’s up with that? Does he really need ...
Back in the Saddle Again!
I’ve been so derelict in writing lately that I’ve become almost afraid of starting in, procrastinating, avoiding it, finding absolutely any excuse not to write. Well, we will be out of mil...
24 Hours on Virginia’s Eastern Shore
Ever been to Virginia’s Eastern Shore? No? It’s OK, really. Well, to be more diplomatic, let’s just say I don’t recommend putting at the top of your list unless you are making ...
Your Mother Wore Army Boots
Sam is getting really into super heroes, soldiers, and that sort of alpha-male thing. Being the bargain hunter I am (see previous entry “Best Money Ever Spent”), I stockpile random toys fr...
Bye bye Vail — and Aspen!
Gosh, this week sure flew by — in a good way. Daddy Mac, the Saminator and I all had an equally great time in Vail, no easy feat since Daddy Mac and I were up for some faux outdoorsiness, new si...
Vacation, All I Ever Wanted
Remember that happy-go-lucky Go-Go’s tune called “Vacation?” It goes something like this, “Vacation, all I ever wanted. Vacation, had to get away.” Well, that sure says i...