On the path we call life, there are mountaintops, and there are valleys. Then, there are pits, and those pits sometimes are dug by us, and other times, we are thrown in by someone else.
I’m baffled by technology. Bamboozled. I don’t instinctively know how to navigate new sites. I’m unable to perceive the function and relationship of every command, icon and arrow.
You know the old saying, “If you get bucked off a horse, you better get right back on”?
his week, I was thumbing through the recipe cards in my old metal recipe file. I started the file before I was married, so it contains some recipes from my mother and other relatives. I took out a recipe for “Never Fail Mayonnaise” that was given to me by my Aunt Lila Osborn, who passed away some years ago.
This morning, as I looked out on Pipi’s Pasture, I was thinking about how gentle Pipi is. In fact, all of the cows in our little herd are tame. We need to be able to work them on foot or by four-wheelers, we need to walk out among them to vaccinate and ear-tag calves, and we need to check them at night during calving season.
The problems of SB13-252 are too numerous to detail. But legislation of this significance should never be introduced too late in the session for serious consideration and debate. SB13-252 is a rush to judgment by environmental radicals and the Democratic leadership in the legislature without thoughtful consideration of the impact on rural Colorado.
Science fiction class is a great venue for students to work out some of their deeper sociological and anthropological thoughts. It isn’t difficult to get an opinion from a teenager, but it is more challenging to have them think their opinion through to its logical conclusion.
Many veterans have claims pending for various issues.
I’ve been noticing the articles about the trash, and Craig clean-up days will be coming around the bend. I’ve been thinking about this community clean-up and I think it’s a great idea.
Both beginners and experienced landowners will find value in an upcoming workshop that will discuss topics related to managing small-acreage property.
What a week! First, my oven stopped heating, or so I thought.
As a principal, I enjoyed playground duty.
“Major,” that special horse I had that taught me about patience, played such a big role in my childhood.
Several years ago, I think maybe at Easter, I featured a recipe for “Pig-licking Good Cake” in this column.
This morning, I noticed how much snow has melted in the yard and in the fenced area where we keep the hay and plant the garden.