David's Blog

How things change

Last Friday, I was sitting at home working on my computer just after Alex had gone to sleep when I felt a small tremor, followed quickly by a more pronounced rumble.

Good Golly Miss Molly! What Folly

Hell! It's been another boatload of time since I added anything to this site.

New Pictures and a Philosophical note

Well, after the whirlwind trip to Vermont for sister Susan's {xx} birthday, I returned home with my head in a whirl. It seems everyone wanted new pictures on the modest family website.

Boy Do I Hate Daylight Savings

Messing around with clock time just always messes me up—and it only seems to get worse as I age. We all set our clocks ahead so that... what? The sun sets later?

General Reportage, March 3rd 2008

Goodness gracious. The fruit trees are beginning to bloom, and we've had a string of glorious sunny days.

Early January, 2008

Another frickin' month!

Early December

Thanksgiving has come and passed. We had a lovely, albeit quiet day. It was just us and Claire's sister Suzanne, Ben and Marcia. We spent most of the day making far too much food (there's still a little bit of stuffing and turkey hanging around) before settling down to eat in the late afternoon. I have tested the recipe module on the site using a couple of simple recipes that we used for cranberry sauce and corn souffle.

Flying Solo

Claire has been out of town since Monday (10/15/07), leaving me with solo parent duties. I was a little nervous—mostly for the early morning times. Times like 4 or 5 am. Those have been the times when Alex has woken up expecting a parent with open eyes and some level of conscious attention to watch him and provide for his needs and entertainment. Suffice to say that for me, that is a tall order. I have a hard time getting one eyelid propped open for any length of time at that hour.

A brand new direction

Okay, so I'm not really the blog-maniac.

Maybe, now that Alex is eight and a half months old, I will begin broaden the scope of the blog. But first, an Alex update...

Moving Along...

Another chunk of my lifetime has eroded into the rivers of the past, and I step back from the edge to consider again.