That’s Fahrenheit, Not Celsius

It was cold this morning. 23 frosty degrees. I realize in some parts of the country that might be considered downright balmy, but in the Pacific Northwest, that’s about as cold as it ever gets. I’m going on my 20th winter here, and I speak from experience: it drops into the teens occasionally, and onceContinue reading “That’s Fahrenheit, Not Celsius”

Tempting Fate With a Fork

On Monday, Tara came down with a cold. In retrospect, that’s not too surprising. Saturday, we spent several hours in a house chock full of little kids. I don’t even know how many there were. Eight? Ten? 100? It was a joint birthday party for Tara’s nephew and another kid, and turned out to beContinue reading “Tempting Fate With a Fork”