garden of cpk – Page 2

Trust and paranoia

I was working in my garden yesterday morning. I’d placed my new mug (it’s become a bit of a standing Christmas jok

…and all through the house, only the fingers and the keys on the keyboard are stirring. Even Freya is barely moving. Eve

Oh what a beautiful day to hang out and play football with Henry. The perfect early autumn afternoon, without a cloud in the s

CHRIS! GOSH IT’S GREAT TO SEE YOU! GEEZ! IT’S BEEN FOREVER! HOW ARE YOU DOIN’! ARE YOU LIVING OUT HERE NOW?

Ya know, we’ve had nary a drop of rain this summer and on the one day I have tickets to an outdoor concert, well, the sk

Sunday is Waffle Day, so named by Haley as a toddler, many years ago; Kelly leaves us for her long run and I make waffles. The

While procrastinating about dinner this evening, I was hunting for a spot to move a couple of beleagured blueberries. Procrast

It took a long time to wake up today. My brain is still a little foggy–a little hung over from the long week. Even my to

I saw James Low sing tonight; he’s a very good songwriter from Portland. This was the second of two evenings over the pa

Heard at SFO, Gate 24: “There’s not much to do in San Francisco.” Uh, yeah. Utterly devoid of Things to Do.