In which I begin to explain the recent Great Silence
Long-time readers know that it is not my practice to burden either of us with a long post on Saturdays, but since I haven’t posted since…
Long-time readers know that it is not my practice to burden either of us with a long post on Saturdays, but since I haven’t posted since…
In the process of very thoroughly cleaning out my piano, my piano tuner found this bizarrely large acorn tucked away inside. The Six-Year-Old and I have no clue what possible connection there could be between 1901 Everett uprights and 1.25″ acorns, but we are determined to find out. In the meantime, we’d like to know what kind of nut this is.
While researching Monday’s post on the history of my 1901 Everett piano, I came across an ad in which John Philip Sousa of Stars and Stripes Forever fame endorsed my piano. Now why in the world would he do that?
This week I learned that instead of dragging The Six-Year-Old to the Arnold Arboretum to hunt for endangered species on Endangered Species day, I could have simply walked her into the front room and introduced her to our very old Everett piano.
The Six-Year-Old simply adores candlepin bowling. And I adore her running commentary as she does it. The Six-Year-Old bowls, hoping as Six-Year-Olds will, for a strike…
This week, the Six-Year-Old lost her first two teeth. Or rather, The Six-Year-Old went to the dentist and the dentist pulled them out for her. That bit was a little rocky, but once we were home again, my daughter spent the rest of the day happily speculating about what her buddies at school would say when they saw her. There was a slight bobble at dinnertime, when she realized that the Tooth Fairy would come and take away both of her teeth overnight. That’s when the negotiating started.
Every year about this time, we trot off in search of the region’s best ice cream. We have a great deal more research to do before we pick a winner, but the Crescent Ridge Dairy Bar in Sharon, Massachusetts is definitely on the list of contenders.
After spending the last month making appearances around the country, 107-year-old Richard Arvine Overton, America’s oldest veteran, plans to spend Memorial Day sipping whisky and smoking…
After a hard day decluttering, Mommyo slumps at the dinner table and stares up at Daddyo with bleary eyes. Daddyo, sympathetically: “My Daddyo intuition tells me…
When I was in second grade, a tornado passed directly over my elementary school. Growing up in Dallas, our school had tornado drills at least once a month in the spring, so we all knew what to do when the warning came. Within minutes, my classmates and I were huddled in the hall, heads tucked into the crack between the smooth cold concrete floor and the brick wall of the reinforced hallway, fingers laced over the back of our heads, braced for impact.