Tales from Easement Acres
I never read the Narnia books. I remember attempting this particular installment in the 4th grade, then quickly setting it aside and reading The War of the Worlds instead. I always did like science fiction, but I enjoyed fantasy too. Maybe I just didn’t like C. S. Lewis’ writing style at the time–who knows? In …
You know commercials–those annoying interruptions that beg for attention and cloud the world with digital noise? Yeah, I only watch Netflix now. You know web ads–those annoying interruptions that beg for attention and cloud the world with digital noise? Yeah, I use ad-blockers now. You know junk mail–those annoying interruptions that beg for attention and …
Over the weekend we visited a nursery. The nursery was running a sale on perennials, and with the new house’s yard begging to finally receive some attention, it was an easy decision to pick some things out. As we were doing so, I reviewed my calendar for planting times. In the past, I always aimed …
That’s what my neighbor (the village elder) likened them to: wet bags of cement. The context was teaching children how to swim. And until recent developments, I would have to agree. I would watch my daughter jump into the pool, and immediately sink like a wet bag of cement–quite the trust exercise, considering. When I …
One day, I will have a proper office. It will have pleasant lighting, all the electrical and Ethernet hookups I could ever want, a coffee machine, a decanter of fine bourbon, an array of computer monitors, a big comfy chair, and a giant oak executive desk. A man can dream. Until that day, I work …