Archive for the Rambling category

The key to the treasure

I have found the key to the treasure . . .

I heart possums

Sydney ate the poor widdle mouse she caught (ugh! with a soft crunch crunch — I had to leave the patio), and then soon after [...]

Cooking with cans

The cans rest on a bed of crushed oak and camphor leaves gently pulverized by rotating rubber-covered wheels and spread to a fine, evenly distributed [...]

Alive and well, despite reports otherwise

This report of my death was an exaggeration.

The Herald Standard – News – Obituaries
Sandra K. Williams, 57, of Mount Holly

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A dance of cans

See the first blue can on the left? It’s ready for the blue can in the foreground to swirl toward it. What a lousy dancer [...]