Author: egghill

  • Snow Time

    The kids missed a day of school this past week due to the snow. We were given a two hour delay, so I took the time to shovel before I left for work; the area in from of my garage door turns to ice if I don’t shovel it and I wasn’t sure if Freddie…

  • January

    Now that work has started back, Shelby and family are back out in the desert and I’m over the flu, a few words about happenings. My grandson and granddaughter are the sweetest babies. Mom and Dad are doing a great job. When I went to kiss them goodbye after their return from Rhode Island, Elias…

  • backwards speaking

    I’ve thought a lot about my writing style – not that I think I have a good one – no, quite the reverse – could be a pun. I seem to think/write backwards. I often find myself typing along, basically writing everything I’m thinking at just that moment (well almost-I’m not that fast that I…

  • Water again

    One of the problems with having had the pool filled in, the water connection (the faucet on the end) was accidentally ripped off by me on the mower in the spring. My friend John came today and fixed it, mounted it on a 4X4 and cemented it in. Cool beans. I have water again in…

  • Mauritius

    Easter morning. Simmered some quinoa for salad and baked a cake. Need to devil the eggs and finish salad and ice cake. Then can play. Instead of attending worship today, I traveled to Mauritius. The NYT had a slide show about the island and then there were several articles posted also. They all just took…

  • April

    We slid into April like coming into home plate, leaving March quickly behind. Cold, raw March with just a few days of promise of warmer days to come. Easter holiday doesn’t mean as much without the ‘church’ factor. No family around to invite for dinner. Going to Dan and John’s and I’m sure it will…

  • Work

    I’m looking forward to the end of my working career. Monday mornings always seem to be the hardest of all. Time changing and waking up in the dark again is also difficult. On Friday evening, I feel relieved and relaxed and looking toward Monday, it always seems to be a long way away. But before…

  • Sunday

    Sunday, it’s sunny, almost 55 degrees. I’m getting ready to go for a bike ride in a bit, just waiting for the chicken to get out of the oven. Then when I come home, supper will be waiting. One thing about living alone is that inspiration for cooking doesn’t happen often. Today will be different.…