My pesky neighbor has gained weight and it's that time of year for our "fat chicks" diet contest. Those two things have collided and the result is that we're taking evening walks (with just a little arm twisting of Mr. Pesky Neighbor). I'm now eating smaller portions...
Concerned about privacy, I purchased mycountyroad.com and migrated the posts from that domain (my name dot com) to here. Because I'm not selling anything or marketing myself for job or sales opportunities, there's no reason for anyone to search for me by my name. Of...
Nothing screams nerd like wearing a bush hat paired with a Star Wars t-shirt. I had to laugh. And take a photo, of course. 😉 No doubt about it... Perry was out there gettin' it done. He cares not one little bit if anyone -- including me -- thinks he can be a bit...
If I end up choosing not to go back to work in September, I worry what I'll do to stay busy in the winter months when it's too cold to go outside. Not sure why I'm worrying since I don't want to do much of anything smack dab in the middle of summer either. I wouldn't...
Before I entered into the unknown realm of practice retirement, I would've been thrilled that today is Friday. At this point, I get my days mixed up and it's not because I'm old. It's liberating! I no longer feel obligated to get up at a certain time and take a seat...
I haven't shared a sunset photo here for awhile, and tonight's sky view wasn't half bad. Nature's privacy fence doesn't let me even see the home of those pesky neighbors unless I'm on the top deck. But here's proof it's still there! I realize that view would look...
I have a friend who lives in Hanover and she's struggling with a stray cat. She has immaculate flowerbeds and said cat does his/her business there regularly. Her hostas are dying or dead because of it. I have a similar thing going on out here. I have two regular...
I have to admit, I'm getting used to this practice retirement gig and I'm loving it! At almost 10:30 AM on a work day, I'm still in my pj's drinking coffee. When you don't have to get up early, you can bake a persimmon pudding at close to midnight. (Recipe on...
Mr. Farmer's cornfield hasn't just grown to knee height. Taken on July 6th, the photo below shows his corn is at LEAST eye high. The cupola on top of the pesky neighbor's barndo is all that's visible. I can barely still see the top of their place now for the corn, and...