Mud Missive


Right now I’m swamped with work: a couple writing assignments with lurking deadlines, and the usual kid-farm-animal variety of chores.

So a new episode of Funny Farm? Coming soon to a screen near you.

In the meantime, here are a few photos of the Monocacy, a river in close proximity to our abode. (note: nearby, but not close enough to submerge us). Though the river has hovered near flood stage without measuring any record high, its swirling murkiness is mesmerizing nonetheless.



This evening before the kids went to bed, I spotted The Boy languishing in the bath, periodically draining the tub only to refill it once again.

“Turn that tap off,” I barked. “You’re wasting water!”

“Really?” he asked. “After all this rain, can’t we waste a bit now?”



A new term for insanity



In Australia’s Northern Territory, in Darwin, there’s a term for moodiness spurred by the city’s extreme heat and humidity. During the hottest months — when temperatures and humidity pace one another in the 90s — people “go troppo.” They become aggressive and angry due to the oppressive, sweltering heat.

Well, it’s possible that I’m going troppo due to other weather extremes. Call it snow psychosis: irritability and aggression sparked by excessive amounts of white s&*# falling from the sky.

Or maybe it’s “precipitable peevishness”? It doesn’t help that I’m house-bound with Brynnzilla, who’s on spring break. That’s right, spring break.

So what’s the solution to snow psychosis?

I’m taking a page from the Aussies who live in the Top End. In the past, Darwin has been pegged as the city with the highest┬áper capita beer consumption in the world.

And a six pack sounds like a soothing salve for snow psychosis and tomorrow’s affliction: mud mania.


Scenes from Darwin’s annual Beer Can Regatta



L.A. Immersion


On our four-day trip to California, Hadley got a real taste of LA. A veritable Southern Cal sampler.

On the menu? Standard fare:

Beach time at Granny’s pad.



Surf lesson. (Thanks, Gillian’s husband Chad).



Plenty of farm market perusing followed by gluttonous strawberry consumption.



Couldn’t avoid Disney…. Hadley loved it. I survived it.



And finally, what’s more So Cal than Beverly Hills, botox and beach bums?

Earthquakes, of course.

One arrived early Monday morning — a little 4.4 tremor. (The kid slept through it.)



I was awake and it took a moment to realize that high tide wasn’t to blame for the clattering glass and rumbling walls. That said, I didn’t dive for cover under my bed. (See screen shots from the local news during the quake. Where’d everybody go? Oh…there they are…)











And now we’re back home. It’s so good to be back; I missed the frigid nights, the wind and the mud.

PS: Thanks, Uncle Bill, for scoring the Disney tickets. And to the motley crew pictured below: it was great hanging out!


My cool cousins, Stu & Peter, and good friend, Gillian