Zeke

Zeke ate a mouse the other day. Bit the head right off. Zeke is the name of our neighbor's 7-year-old son, but fortunately, he does not come into this story. Zeke also happens to be the name of a very fluffy black cat that has adopted us. I am not a cat person. I hear... Continue Reading →

Late late late

It started on Sunday. There we were, eating cinnamon buns, when a neighbor knocked on the door. "It occurred to me you probably don't realize today is the time change," she said. Daylight Savings? Uh-oh. We are a little unplugged up here on the mountain -- no internet that doesn't require a hike, no phones,... Continue Reading →

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