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It is quite true that for the entire month of May, I am tempted to do nothing more here than recount the horrors of weeding. Ar...

A couple of observations: the lettuce is growing.  Slowly, but it’s getting’ there. Ed tells me we can pluck those baby leaves pret...

No no, I’m not really in Georgia. But anyone who was anywhere near Madison today would nod her or his head sympathetically. It was ...

I’m trying to get the last lecture, a difficult lecture, a supremely difficult lecture together. Ed is firing off questions about...

Time. The most valuable resource. I’d do a crazy busy schedule any day just to have what’s coming – a feeling of time. And space,...

The last ever of the crazy Mondays. In a bold move, I bike to work. But I haven’t the time! Make time! I’m tired – Isis was at...

Despite the chilliness in the air, Ed and I are ready to do some catch up work in the yard. For me, that means, finally, filling in...

My mom sent a New Yorker clipping of an article on couch surfing.  Here’s what happens: you join an organization of couch surfe...

Friday mornings Ed goes off. Call it a work day. Tech meetings, business meetings – compressed into this one day at the place of ...

An email pops into my mailbox: the countdown begins! Your classmates, teachers (and sundry others) will be coming together on May...

This afternoon I was in such a hurry that I banged the nonexistent front fender of the red hot lover on the parking garage cement...

There’s a time when I think cursing is permissible, indeed, warranted. For example, when your hours of work are on a day that promi...