THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER

When I was young, the answer was unambiguously yes. And, indeed, in terms of future employment, as recorded here, with one you have been much more likely to be employed and remain so since 1992. Leaving aside how long it took you to recoup the money spent on getting one in the first place.
Now, ideally, [...]

Let’s see, I plan to make stuffed salmon tonight for me, Mrs. Charm and her mother, who is descending from Fort Worth this afternoon to stay with Mr. Boy for the weekend. This being Thursday, he gets his favorite macaroni and cheese. For grandma I still have to change the bedsheets and tidy up the [...]

Scott will like this one. PC rules the public school day in most ways, except here recently when a rainy morning canceled recess for Mr. B.’s class. Instead, they played games at their tables and one friend taught him and another kid how to play poker.
Texas Holdem, to be exact. He said the teacher thought [...]

Now you don’t even need a real gun to get suspended from school. A finger gun is enough. And to think I actually taught Mr. B. how to make one. Sigh.
(Note that out of the more than one hundred comments under the article at the first link, many side with the school’s policy. Sheeple.)

So we stood on the quay with Sam and Merry and Pippen and watched Frodo and Bilbo sail away with Gandalf, Elrond and Galadriel, at the end of The Return of the King. For my son’s second time and my thirteenth or fourteenth.
And when I reached the last sentence and the trilogy we’d [...]

Of all the B&B’s in the Hill Country, Gasthaus Meyer is the only one I’m aware of that began as a stagecoach stop more than a hundred years ago. Today it’s a collection of buildings, most old, but a few new, backed up to Cypress Creek in the historic little town of Comfort. Mrs. Charm [...]

Mr. B., celebrating his 10th birthday today, is, as his Aunt Lynne has pointed out, officially a member of the double-digit age club. Only a few get into the triple-digit club, so his elevation to that one remains to be seen. But for now, welcome to the club.

Could be. After Sunday’s high in the low 80s (yep), the temp fell to 40 by midnight at the rancho. Supposed to be colder tonight and then up to an inch is in our forecast for Tuesday. And Accuweather’s Joe Bastardi says:
“By the way, this looks like the worst last week of Feb weather [...]

…have been canceled until further notice down on the Brazos. Easier to do than with a recorder.

I get distracted for a minute and then the whistling starts up again. I think, huh, is there a kettle on? Then I remember it’s Mr. B. practicing his recorder.