Ed is a Fan of Hearthwood…

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Is this what it’s like to be a Mom? As in a person with no one thing important enough (everyone else’s perception) to keep them from being distracted by another?
I bounced from one remote workplace (Bob and Kathy’s) this morning, to lunch at home, to picking up my parents’ ancient treadmill (a treadmill workplace on which I’m typing this now), to taking Eleanor for her second flu shot, to getting back here in time for my one of many conference calls.

Cox called back; our high-speed internet is just weeks away…

I can see my chopped wood, from the office window, getting wet. It’s past 4pm. Start thinking about dinner…

So close, and yet so far.

Falliscious

woodshedHow does time get away from us? The weather has been turning and the leaves are all but gone from the trees. I put up my woodshed this past weekend, so I can dispense with the tarps over woodpiles, covered in snow. We’ve already been using it in the basement stove.

Bob has been finishing our Master Bathroom with his craftman’s touch. Stone, wood, and tile grace our nook now.

Kids have been sick with the Flu. Been making apple chips like crazy. Getting ready for Thanks Giving, I bought a 27lb turkey the other day. Georgia could slice open that bird belly and slide inside a-la-taun taun.

See you all around…