Silent Sunday…

I taught algebra today at school before coming home to create our version of Blackpool tower.  In its algebraic form (did I make that word up? Probably.) I reasoned the following: Back in the day (or the “olden days” as I used to call it when referring to my own parents’ childhood) when staycations were the norm…

After completely picking our humble bush at the bottom of the garden bare, right down to the little green berries (yes, he tried those too), when Dadda arrived home from work he decided it was time for Jensen Indiana to forage on pastures new.  So out we headed, red tin pail in hand to hunt…

Our blog has been empty for the past week, as has my heart.   After a horrific tragedy, Gavin and I had to make the decision to end our brave Casanova’s life.   We are heartbroken, lost, and angry at the cancer that caused his precious life to be cut short.   Casanova leaves a…