Yesterday, Zach began having some motorcycle issues up in the Ozarks, so dad and I hooked up the trailer and headed north. Zach is a resourceful guy, and by the time that we made it halfway to where he was camping, he had fixed the offending problem and and was loaded up and headed for home and Miss Tara when we encountered him on the interstate. As we were already there with the trailer, it…

It was 75° yesterday morning at the Casa, then came the sound of a rushing mighty wind, and now, twenty four hours later,it's, well, cold enough that when we hustled back inside, dad did NOT enjoy our cold hooves on his bare legs. Especially Marco's, as mom immediately tucked Marco into his customary nest "down there", (gracias, mamacita) Dad is a fickle as a little school girl when it comes to what he's "in to";…

Every bite you take Each piece of juicy steak When all is gone you fake When you lick clean your plate I'll be watching you The tater tots you scarf I hope they make you barf How can you not share Under my steady stare I'll be watching you. Oh can't you see Your grub belongs to me Don't look away for long Or it will be long gone... Every bite I steal Makes for…

I have came to the conclusion that neither Charlie nor I are not fit for polite society, or any type of society, for that matter. Sure, we are capable of maintaining a certain level of decorum for just long enough for those around us to be lulled into a false sense of security, then bam, the levee of insanity eventually breaks. An example: last night, I went to a memorial... wait just a minute; WILL…

Ajax here; sleeping arrangements have taken a turn for the worse at the Casa del Whackos, at least for dad. Charlie has recently gotten into the habit of beginning the evening by separating herself from the battle that begins nightly at 1030 and retreating to the couch until an armistice is reached. Then, in the wee hours of the morning, she'll decide that she needs some dad lovin's and here she comes, with no respect…

"Where does time go, its gone away Time was in my side, yesterday So much can change, between then and now where does time go?" It seems that we have crested the peak, and momentum is starting to build on the back side of the mountain. The calendar is nearing completion, but more importantly, the book is quickly moving from random ramblings to a hopefully cohesive unit, so close that I can actually feel it…