A New e-Reader
Last summer, I finally broke down and got an e-reader, my Kindle.
I’m the type that loves books and the feel of them, but getting an e-reader seemed the perfect choice for someone who loves to read, who doesn’t have easy access to a good library and who has limited space.
I surprised myself and found I love my Kindle.
I chose the Kindle 3G because it was relatively inexpensive. I didn’t think I needed color as I really wasn’t thinking of getting my magazine subscriptions on it and I really didn’t need anything with email.
How a year has changed my mind.
Turkey Drop, er Plummet
I just returned from a weekend with two of my friends from high school. We caught up with each other two years ago, decided to get together for our first slumber party at Campbell Town and have since made it an annual event.
This year, we returned to our native Kansas City, where Lora still lives. We had a fantabulous time; it’s always good to see old friends.
While I was gone, I was largely unaware that a huge international controversy was brewing right in the backyard of my adopted home.
Living our own Lives is Living Large
The other day, Debra Jordon made a comment on the Reducing Stress post on Living Large. Debra lives in a 320-square foot cabin with her husband and son (and I’m assuming at least one cat, since it is in the video).
Debra shot a video of her home for Fair Companies and the video went viral on YouTube, generating over 1.1 million hits at last count.
When Debra posted on Living Large, she was concerned about the plethora of negative comments at YouTube.
I had written about this type of reaction from people early on Living Large. I think what Debra and her family are experiencing is a combination of the phenomena of people feeling the need to judge other’s lifestyle and cyber bullying.
Ghosts of Father's Day at Our Little House
My dad, Frank Fivecoat, with my brother, Steve
Sunday is Father’s Day, a day to celebrate our dads and thank them for being a part of our lives.
For the better part of my life, 30 years on July 21, Father’s Day has always been a constant reminder that my dad was no longer able to be a part of mine.
