by thadmin | Sep 13, 2007 | La Di Da
The other day, my three year old daughter and I changed the oil in my motorcycle. I had rocked it back and onto its centre stand in the barn after moving the tractor out of the way and into the field. Well, first we forgot the right wrench in the basement to remove...
by thadmin | Sep 5, 2007 | Joy
Owen’s question to me tonight as I put him to bed: “Dada, what is love?” He was so sleepy that the question kind of slipped out of his mouth as we lay in the dark, foreheads touching and me drifting off myself. I had just sung him Per Spelman: Per...
by thadmin | Aug 26, 2007 | Joy
Owen and I still do the questions thing at night; not every night, but most. I have wondered why I haven’t been feverishly writing down the questions and responses we engage in. I have to think that while I still don’t really know why, my best guess is...
by thadmin | Jul 13, 2007 | Joy
Some Picsh:
by thadmin | Jul 11, 2007 | Rant
… no wait … Sack that jerk!
