Standing at the gas pump the other morning, the only thing that kept me from boiling over with rage at the at the high price of fuel was the fact that a west wind was blowing and I felt colder than the other day when it was 2 below..yet sunny and calm. February is…
I wish I’d taken a picture of my neighbor’s little dog this morning as he was standing next to the car his master was trying to get started. He kept lifting his front paws off the ground..first one for a few seconds..then the other..trying, I suppose, to keep them from permanently freezing right to…
zeal·ous –adjective full of, characterized by, or due to zeal; ardently active, devoted, or diligent. That word best describes the Nebraska highway patrolman I encountered on the final leg of our long perilous journey home from Arizona. After deciding to stay an extra night in our New Mexico Super 8 storm home..we cautiously coaxed Big…
Greetings from the “Land of Enchantment”..New Mexico where the state plant and the winter weather are both pronounced the same; “Yucca.” Left Fountain Hills, Arizona on Monday knowing full well we were probably going to encounter bad weather on our route home but the first several hundred miles were mostly dry roads and sunshine interrupted…
Realizing what the weather’s been like back home, I hesitate to mention this..but even the desert valley locals say this has been one of the nicest Januarys in recent memory. Monday, though, we face the chilling reality that our time here has expired and we must press on home to Dakota. I’m already dreading those…
65! Okay..now this is serious. I sort of tip-toed into my sixties; not thinking too much about it because I’d long since gotten over the shock of being eligible for AARP membership..plus I was blinded by the excitement and apprehension of retiring from a job I had loved for over 30 years. Now, I’ve reached…
I am a hoarder. Not to the extent that it could lead to an appearance on that television show with family members conducting a tearful intervention with me as trucks pull up to the back door to haul away room-clogging piles of useless junk that I’ve amassed from years of being a pack rat. No…
Christy had the day off for MLK Day so she picked up Linda early this morning..well, okay it was 8 O’clock but still. I’m not quite sure where they’re going or what their plans are but I wouldn’t be surprised if they call later from the nearby Ft. McDowell Indian casino to say they weren’t…
For those who couldn’t care less about golf, there’s only one thing more boring than watching it on television and that’s having to endure somebody writing about it on his blog. But please bear with me for a minute if only to allow a chance to vent my frustrations about this blasted game..the playing of which…
I wanted my 400th blog on Keloland.com to be something special and, as it turns out, that’s just what it is…even without me writing a word. I received a call from Executive Producer and my long-time colleague, Jaine Andrews, last week informing me that they were changing some things around on our web page and…