Something’s up at the Mosquito Hill compound. Details in due time.
After the tree incident last spring, I made plans to move and rebuild the garden railway. I broke ground last fall at the new site, but the weather caught up to me. Today I started by lighting a fire. I have sworn vengeance on that damned pine, one stick at a time. I then wentContinue reading “Sunset on the EDGville”
I joke in my About page that I start many more blog posts than I finish. That has never been more true than lately. A few updates: Sebastian We lost Sebastian last month. After over two years of hospice, it finally became apparent that there was nothing more we could reasonably do for him. HeContinue reading “Breaking the Blogjam”
Sunday is trash night at Mosquito Hill. As I was loading the cans into the truck this evening, an old friend texted me. Sometimes when life imitates art it is beautiful. Often it’s poetic. I’m not enjoying tonight’s poetry. https://notesfrommosquitohill.com/2009/10/knowing.html Different truck. No stars tonight. Same feeling of dread. Thoughts and prayers for whatever theyContinue reading “Life imitating art”
I have a favorite local coffee shop. It’s an odd little place located at the edge of a river. You have to drive through a marina to get there, and you often have to compete with trailers and grounded cabin cruisers for parking. I would come here more often, but their hours of operation coincideContinue reading “Coffee Shop”
In the spirit of my tagline, here are some random musings on this New Year’s Eve. I didn’t find 2018 especially memorable. This is a good thing. We tend to remember the tragedies. We leave the year one cat poorer. Clarabel wasn’t old but wasn’t young either, and she was taken quickly by cancer. ExtendedContinue reading “Year in Review – 2018”
We are almost ready for Christmas, but Hal isn’t quite sure about the train.
13 year old Saffron is the only Calico we’ve ever had. She’s the softest, cuddliest, and friendliest of our cats. Most nights she tugs at my heart strings by curling up against my hip, just like Jasmine used to do.
Long day. New bed.
I buried another old friend today. Middle age has been hard lately. Perhaps I’ll write more of a eulogy later. I waded through my photo library tonight looking for a good picture of him without result. I’m 16,053 images into a 39,000+ photo library, and all I can find are group shots. I did findContinue reading “Dragons”