Today, January 25th, the city is picking up the leaves my neighbors started dumping in the street in mid-October.


Two email subject lines from nonprofits seeking donations: (1) “Our oceans will never recover.” (2) “We’re giving nourishment and hope.” Guess which one I actually give money to?


I’ve been saving this for two years hoping for another snow day in Raleigh, but it is just as well to post it when everybody else has snow and we don’t: Cheap Sonnet No. 28F. In Which the Poet Observes a Child Behaving Disgustingly


Saw a headline this morning “Dramatic Plane Rescue” and was disappointed to learn that it wasn’t about hand-tool rehabilitation. I am not completely ignorant of life and news in the 21st century, but that is not where my mind goes.


Does anyone else out there sing the Wells Fargo Wagon song from The Music Man when the UPS truck comes down the street? (Asking for a friend.)


A pale furrow on the water, the plow too distant to be seen; then it disappears. I wish the duck good fishing.


Looking for a ten-year-old blog entry just now and paging backward and forward from it, I am reminded just how much writing I used to get done when my time was being wasted by pointless meetings.


Here’s my annual plug for Matthew Scroggs’ wonderful math puzzle advent calendar. This was how my daughter finally learned to stop worrying and love the maths, and we still work through it now that she is in college. If anybody is game to play along, let me know!


New batch of sugar spoons… finished Tuesday and already sold seven of eight. I never quite know what is going to sell until it does (or doesn’t).

wooden sugar spoons


If you find a wheat penny it’s still good luck, right?

wheat penny, reverse