We’ve had swallows since the first year the stone walls of our house went up;

Yard work is nearly bearable when the weather is cool, and it was cool yesterday.

Well, this feels nice. It’s 63 outside this morning. I actually discovered this around 3 a.m. when my internal clock kicked me awake.

They patched the potholes on my street yesterday. A big front-end loader waddled up from city hall, which is just down the road a bit, its bucket full of asphalt.

Dad joke time.

My body has decided enough is enough. My left gluteous medius, and I’ll leave it to you to look it up, has decided to spasm.

I love technology. It’s the wonder of it that appeals to me.

I took delivery of my new mattress yesterday. The fee was $90 if they brought it into the house, $45 if they dropped it at the door. They dropped it at the door.

I was walking and watching my shadow yesterday. As I did, I could fool myself into believing it was the shadow of young man…

I found myself sitting alone by an empty chair last night as the final evening of the Third Ever Marathon Songwriters Festivals got underway in the dance court of the Gage Hotel.

I’m hanging with a big group of friends listening to music in Marathon, which seems a long way to go to hear folks play who live almost down the street from where I live, but sometimes you just have to get out of the house, and it’s a nice break when you do.

While I’ve got you metaphysically cornered, I’m going to tell you a crazy uncle story.

There I was yesterday evening, sitting in my easy chair, after eating a dinner of friend zucchini and venison sausage, feeling all manly, when I looked down and realized my tee shirt was inside out.

Yesterday it was dishwasher’s, today it’s another domestic chore, laundry and its distant cousin, ironing.

My dishwasher bit the dust the other day. Twelve years of hard water and hard work took its toll. All it does now is blink at me, little blue lights, flashing away beside unresponsive buttons.

If you live in Hill Country, you should be getting up in the morning and going outside. The air is cool and fine. It’s a once in a lifetime August.

I was on fire yesterday. The day started with my usual one-mile power walk. Then I fired up my new power washer. Manpower and horsepower.

Wow. Went to hear music and sit with friends yesterday. To celebrate we got pelted with rain. And then it rained again last night. Is this still Texas?

Canned another six pints of peach jam yesterday (twelve, eight-ounce jars). It’s far from a lyrical enterprise when you do it by yourself.