Oh, my aching back.
And: Deo gratias for my aching back.
Spend a little time around the grandsons, and you begin to wonder: What exactly can one find to love…about a concrete rooster?
Just the other day, I learned that a good friend of mine does not own a garage door opener.
O, what a lucky man he is.
A bit of a mystery has begun to grow on our front porch.
I’ve noticed that I tend to look away whenever I’m donating blood.
Even the finger-prick at the start, to check my hemoglobin: The process may be relatively painless, but it’s just something I’d prefer not to see.
Strange fish, the leafy seadragon. It can’t seem to make up its mind: plant or animal?
Feathers were flying all about our patio a few days ago – an oddity, to be sure. And the mystery, sadly, did not end well.
When it comes to home improvement projects, I follow an ironclad philosophy: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
What’s up with dinosaurs, anyway?