November 27th, 2013
A few weeks ago, we went to the Global Wildlife Center. You get in a big trailer behind a tractor, and putter around some pastureland. You have cups of food to feed various creatures, which seem mostly to be in the deer family.
I had hoped for an image of a giraffe with its head between the faces of my two smiling sons, but of course, that was not meant to be. In fact, we caught the giraffes with full bellies, which meant that we just looked at them from afar. Pictures of the kids tended to be of the backs of their heads.
When I reviewed photos, I noticed a good number that could be made into cheesy posters and sold for great profit. Here are a few examples:
November 5th, 2013
Halloween this year was wet. I never thought about it before, but I don’t ever remember a rainy Halloween before — not even as a kid.
But it was fine. A long block of trick-or-treating got us inside relatively early. Fewer kids out meant more candy per stop, so the haul was about the same. And of course, there had already been Boo at the Zoo and school Haloween stuff too.
I was glad to get inside in time to see an epic ABC programming feaux-pas. Right after Charlie Brown’s Halloween ended, they went right into Grey’s Anatomy, which started with a scene of two naked women waking up together.
October 17th, 2013
This past weekend seems almost like a vacation. A great football Saturday, good food, nice whether — it had everything I could want.
Saturday morning, we went to the Wooden Boat Festival in Madisonville. In my mind, it’s more of a boat show than a boat festival, as no one was deep-frying Oreos near a stage full of fiddle players. But who doesn’t like a boat show?
At the far end of the show was a tent where old codgers help little kids build their own toy wooden boats. The lane for boat builders were for kids only, but there was a path for grown ups to follow behind them.
September 15th, 2013
On the one hand, assigning “unscramble the spelling words” to a dyslexic kid is kind of mean. On the other hand, we both hd a good laugh unscrambling “and” when I explained what people are informally referring to when they reference “my nads.”
August 27th, 2013
Almost every night, I walk in the dark. By August, it doesn’t feel unusual to step into the lush thick air. Even though the sun has been down for a couple of hours, the streets still release the heat that they stored during the day. Manicured yards and neglected yards are all thick and green, albiet with different flora.
For the first time, I brought my camera into this world with me. My new one was touted to have good low-light capabilities, so I thought I would check it out.
July 31st, 2013
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July 30 — 23:12
Once upon a time, Mrs. theskinnyonbenny used to go to Las Vegas with the girls every year. Before kids, I would have the house to myself, and I would stay up late every night watching Chevy Chase movies that I had seen 100 times before. If anyone asked, I always reported that I sat on the couch naked as a jaybird, eating nonstop potato chips. If my listener didn’t look suitably disgusted, I would add that I filled my belly button with French Onion dip, so as not to have to wash a bowl.
This year, she went during a week that coincides with the kids’ week up at Granny’s farm. It’s the first time I’ve had the house to myself for several days straight since — I think since we adopted V. Christ, that’s a long time.
July 25th, 2013
One night recently, a handful of us were at Erin Rose maintaining a buzz that we had put on elsewhere in New Orleans. We were hanging out in a narrow space between the bar and the restroom doors.
(It sounds awful, but the atmosphere in there really is a lot of fun.)
I went into the men’s room and did my thing, and on my way out, I noticed that someone had abandoned a shot glass of some blue concoction on the sink. “How gross it would be to drink that,” I thought. To make it even grosser, I moved the cup from the side of the sink to the back of the toilet.
July 19th, 2013
In case you missed them, all of the pictures from our trip (or at least all of the ones that I’ve posted online) are here.
If you’re a map person, here’s a regurgitation of our chart.
||Left Annapolis (house). Sailed to Harrington Bay (1)
||Harrington Bay (1) back to Annapolis (2)
||Annapolis (2) to St. Michaels (3)
||Moved the boat, but still in St Michaels
||St. Michaels (3) to Oxford (4)
||Oxford (4) to La Trappe Creek (5)
||La Trappe Creek (5) to Rhode River (6), and then back to home base
Day 3 – Annapolis to St. Michaels
The next day’s sail — from Annapolis to St. Michaels, was probably my favorite of the trip. We moved along at a nice pace in a comfortable temperature for hours. No close calls with tankers or fish sticks or anything.
The St. Michaels approach is a mess, and you really have to keep an eye on the nav markers, because a large patch of water that looks like deep open bay is in fact a sunken island, just a few feet deep.