When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
Two days worth in one blog — I had trouble gettign a picture off my phone and had to retake it. The octopus I bought…
This time Tyler, who wanted to do something interesting for the Xhibit Red performance tomorrow night.
This closed-form throwing demo became a teapot after the class went home. My “make a thing a day for february” blog is done, but I…
This was the weekend we had scheduled our long-planned girl scout version of the BSA Camp Alaska weekend. The rules were: no tents, just tarps……