I just finished up a week long vacation in which I built a greenhouse in my backyard. I love DIY projects, the adventure, the problem solving, all of it! And I usually make a lot of mistakes. For example, the stone walk-way I built last year was dug too low, and I’ll have to raise it up this year. I’d love your opinions / critiques of my greenhouse-building process.Continue reading “Backyard Greenhouse”
I heard something pretty sad today from a mother whose son suffers from severe depression. She said that mental illness is a “no-casserole” disease. If you or a loved one is sick, chances are someone will visit and bring gifts and food. But if you or a loved one needs to be hospitalized for mental illness, folks keep their distance.
If you know someone who has mental illness, bring them a casserole. Or a book.
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As of today I am no longer smoking cigarettes. I’ve been a smoker since I was 17-years-old. In that time I was able to stop smoking for 4 years! I’m trying to quit again starting today. Wish me well.
I smoked my last cigarette in my car this morning, parked in a supermarket parking lot, drinking Dunkin’ Donuts cold brew and listening to NPR. I don’t remember the show, or it’s content – just a mellow male voice underscored with peaceful music.
The final smoke was passing by unremarkably, until I felt the presence of a ghost.
Megan and I hiked up Mt. Mansfield. We parked at Underhill State Park, hiked up the Lara Cowles trail, and down the Sunset Ridge trail. The ascent and descent took 3 hours each. We hiked at a fairly slow pace taking time to catch our breath, rest our legs, and snap some photos. Here are some of my best snaps from the journey.
I’m feeling pretty euphoric after spending a few days exploring Northern Vermont and Montréal with Megan. I brought my camera. Here are a few of the most magical shots. Enjoy!
If you are curious about the United States refugee screening process, here’s a short, one-minute video from The Huffington Post that describes the process. Thanks Heather M. for sharing.
Ever since the attacks on Paris, I’ve been suffering from a bit of anxiety. The best way I can describe it is a dark spot bubbling just under the surface of my daily life. I try not to talk about it much, because I’ve got my life to live, my daily chores to chore, and I don’t need anything else adding to the stress.