Tag Archives: Tam Lin
The Search for Kong
I couldn’t find Kong anywhere. My apartment is not large. Kong is not small like an earring. But Kong was nowhere to be found. Kong — or, more formally, Kong Wobbler — is one of Tam’s favorite toys. The top … Continue reading
Fun Run
Tam and I followed one of our usual routes this morning: down Pine Hill, around the Nat’s Farm field (which Mermaid Farm just hayed about half of), to the bike path and home. It’s never exactly the same, but this … Continue reading
Stupid Turkey, Crazy Dog
So it’s a glorious late spring morning and Tam and I are crossing Old County Road to Pine Hill Road, the last leg of our morning walk. He spots the turkey before I do, no surprise: it is well camouflaged … Continue reading
January Blizzard
We have had, as you may have heard, some serious snow. It’s been a while since we had snow this serious — the kind of snow where the driveway has to be plowed before you can reach the main road, … Continue reading
Another No-Name Blows By
A formidable northeaster blew through earlier this week. I’m pretty sure it’s passed because the leaves are barely rustling and there’s enough sunlight to cast shadows on the road. But it was a big one. When I went to bed … Continue reading
A Red Balloon
Yesterday morning, walking down Pine Hill with Tam, I spotted something bright red way up ahead. Huh? It was too bright and too red to be natural — unless it was a mushroom? Not likely: It was too big, and … Continue reading
Tam Gets Bit by a Fence
The late Rhodry and Travvy both spent time around horse barns so they learned about electric fences early on. Rhodry in particular didn’t even trust rope lying on the ground: if he couldn’t detour around it, he’d clear it by … Continue reading
Evening Walk
So Tuesday night Tam Lin and I are approaching the worst stretch of the Dr. Fisher Road. It’s not quite pitch-dark but close. Up ahead are red brake lights. They aren’t moving. This is unusual. When we come up next … Continue reading
I’m Not Jogging
I hate jogging. Don’t even talk about running. I do love to walk. I walk a lot. I walk about four miles on an average day. (Read on and you’ll learn how I know this.) Some people walk because they … Continue reading
Spilt Milk
Yes, I spilt it, but no, I didn’t cry. I cussed. I live at close quarters in a studio apartment. Sometimes I forget how close things are, like how close the milk pitcher (from which I pour milk into my … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 