One year ago today, I sat down at my desk in the newsroom, to start work for the day and to assess what I might need from my cube to make working at home a little more comfortable. I didn’t need to bring much, I thought — I mean, how long could this thing last?… Read More one year later.
All I really wanted to do on Sunday was cut the grass and haul the summer furniture out of the garage, clean it up and spend the rest of the afternoon lounging on the front porch. As we discussed yesterday, those plans were changed. I took a day off today to get all those things… Read More johnny (part two).
So how was your Mother’s Day? Mine? Great, thanks. I spent it playing with sewage water, lead and 76-year-old toilet wax. This began while Mrs. Crappy was getting ready for work this morning; as she summoned me to the upstairs bathroom, I knew immediately that my plans for the day — mostly stuff in the yard… Read More johnny (part one).
Confession: this post is for me as much as it is for you. This is our sixth Christmas in our Pittsburgh house. I don’t think I’ve ever hung our Christmas lights the same way twice. And this post is going to help me remember what I did this year — because it was really easy.… Read More getting lit.
I used to do these as a matter of course. Back when I was a more frequent blogger, National Blog Posting Month was a regular thing for me. For four straight Novembers, I successfully completed the challenge, and I added several other months once the organizers took it monthly a few years ago. And even… Read More 1. what stress?
For the first time in something like eight years, my Sundays are free. Back in the middle of the last decade, the editors at my paper asked me to start a Sunday through Thursday work week. Having Fridays off was awesome, but it was kind of a drag on Sundays to haul myself out of… Read More sunday funday.
Uncle Crappy 