Blog

The which we were hardly able to do, when the truck with the forty foot container inched its way through our red oxide gate. It was like a relative…one you like…showing up just before grace at Thanksgiving dinner, whom you believed still to be in Suriname. The long, tortuous bureaucratic…...

A couple of days ago, I sorted out a problem with my US bank account, spoke to my daughter, listened live to the last inning of a Giants game, got a recipe for potato leek soup, lined up three business meetings, and fiddled with the website. Then I got out…...

Come on in. It’s been a long week, and now, it’s finished up. The tools are cleaned and stowed in the container and the guys have cleaned up, changed into their good clothes and headed off for all that Saturday night offers. . Here’s some of the fading footprint of…...

“It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound. ” Thomas Hardy. We dig a trench about five inches deep in the black cotton soil, fill it with murram, compact it with the compactor, and put an inch of the…...

Here’s part 2. Good night, David...

Hello, . I hope your Cinco de Mayo was all you hoped it would be. Ours was, guacamole and all. Lots has happened in your hemisphere. The Chief and Karen got married, Tom turned sixty, and some other very important stuff that is still classified. Here we have marked our…...

Just saying “hi.” Here are a few photographs, randomly assembled, from the last few days. We’ve been tinkering with the website some. The best way, I think to view this post is to click on the first photo, which will get big and then just use the arrows underneath the…...

Here’s a relatively dry update on the last week and half or so. Seems we’re on solid ground again. . . . . We’re beginning to love these houses, and we’re continuing to love you. . From the sweet heart of this place, . David...

Hello, . All the holes we dig here take a lot of work to fill back in. Usually with lots of rocks and sledgehammering and so on. But this one twisted us around in new ways. A different kind of baptism. . . Then we got the bright idea to…...

Welcome back. To both of us. About the time you were picking out your Christmas tree we spoke last here, and now the single remaining St. Patrick’s Day Guiness is sitting in the cupboard wondering where the time went. . I’m pretty sure I can’t answer the big question, but…...