“Tiny home” and sustainable living fans are likely to also be fans of a phenomenon I’ve been following — the rise of the retro teardrop camper. These little RVs are lighter, more compact and they often pack big surprises in their seemingly small interiors.
The latest one I’ve come across (h/t SF Globe) is from Australia and called the Gidget — and anyone who’s seen the classic movie or TV show knows that’s short for “girl midget.” [click to read on…]
Yesterday afternoon brought just the latest in a series of powerful thunderstorms that have blown through our area in recent weeks. Even with the power flickering on and off and the weather radio siren blaring on the other side of the house, it was impossible to ignore the view-blurring intensity of the rain coming down. It was a little unsettling, to be honest.
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You may recall me writing sentimentally about a little lost Chihuahua that stayed with our family through Christmas last year. Well, we grew so fond of “Cookie” that it didn’t take us too long to head back to Stray Acres Sanctuary and Animal Rescue and find ourselves a new furry friend: miniature variety.
So, let me formally introduce Shorty:
In this picture, taken after he’d enjoyed a ride in the bike trailer, you can see the true Shorty happy personality — all tail-wags, smiles, licks, and even wiggles, dances and jumps. There’s really nothing like a happy dog to put a smile on your face — even early in the morning. [click to read on…]
This year, I’ve been hemming and hawing about my spring garden, mostly lamenting that I didn’t start seeds weeks and weeks ago. “Is it worth starting now?,” I’ve been asking myself. “Maybe I’ll just give spring gardening a miss this year.”
My cousin messaged me on Facebook on the 16th, saying he’d put out tomato plants that day — putting my lack of any progress in very stark terms. It’s been a depressing topic, generally, which has dampened my enthusiasm and encouraged procrastination — and the more I procrastinate, the further behind I get.
But then I thought about the joys of harvesting basil, lettuce, tomatoes and especially sweet potato greens — which I didn’t even plant last year. [click to read on…]
My junior year in college, I somehow wangled my way into doing a semester abroad. It wasn’t easy. I had to convince the authorities at the University of Texas that — since they had a relationship with the study abroad program — it was 100% appropriate and customary that I could apply my scholarship funds toward this semester at an entirely different university in an entirely different country.
Once that hurdle was overcome, my parents’ objections weren’t nearly as strong as they would have been if they’d been paying out of their pockets. Plus, all of the classes I took abroad would apply toward my degree program, so I could still graduate on time or a semester early, it turned out. [click to read on…]