It’s cold. I don’t have to tell you, it’s cold everywhere! Cold, I’ve found since moving from the gulf coast of Texas to the mountains of North Carolina, is relative. We had a high of 21 degrees yesterday at 7 am. Our mailman, Mike from Boston, wore shorts and a…
Guest author: Shelly Mozlin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I keep a log of my mileage. In 2023, I walked/hiked 360 miles. This number is from a technology-dependent manual accounting system. Every time I go out walking, I record the mileage using either my iPhone or the AllTrails app to determine the mileage accrued….
============================= o ============================= This is not a rant about having to do everything online. Well, maybe it is a little. I’ll start off by listing all the ways in which the ability to conduct one’s business online is great–revolutionary even! Shopping online is so convenient, if you know what you…
)))))))))))))))))))))))) **** ((((((((((((((((((((((( Now that it’s January, I am industriously into the stay-at-home activities I had lined up to keep me from dipping too deeply into weather-driven incarceration lunacy. Be assured, if the temperature rises above 45 degrees and the wind is not howling, I will go forth into the…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >*< ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With 2023 ebbing away as I type, I deeply wanted to write something poetic and ending-like. If I reflect back on the year, I remember the good and the not so good. I’ll say that we at the Hobbit House are well, busy and still don’t have…
Peace on earth, good will to men. What do we want? Peace on earth. When do we want it? Always. Never. I don’t exactly know. We are an unconscionable bunch of bickering earth dwellers. Christmas is a religious holiday and then again it’s not. We’ve made it into a spending…
Guest writer: Gina Ginsburg ““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““ Thanksgiving is a lovely time of year. Food, family, and football, what’s not to like? (Actually, I don’t like football, but the alliteration worked well in that sentence.) But once the sweet potato casserole and pumpkin pie have been put away, either gastronomically or via…
Guest writer: Maurice Frank On the morning of Sunday September 17, I was in St. Jean Pied de Port, a quaint town in southwest France. I began walking and five weeks later on the morning of Sunday October 22, I walked into the large open square in front of the…
Guest Writer: Shelly Mozlin .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.././././././././.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.. I have a love-hate relationship with November. Perhaps love and hate are excessive as descriptors; maybe like-dislike is more accurate (that way I can save hate for December, but that’s another story). My dislike for November revolves around 3 axes: changing the clocks, knowing that…
===================== # ===================== It’s November 1st and 27 degrees. The morning found me asleep in my bed, nestled up against my most consistent heat source–my guy. I listened for a while to the raging wind whipping through the mountains, making a howling sound against the stone walls of the Hobbit…