Fall is upon us. That means, on certain days, smelly smoke is upon us. I’m not talking about smoke from prescribed burns. It’s the smoke from fireplaces and wood-burning stoves that really gets me going.
“Are you at your computer? Go to the Department of Transportation webcams and look at Mount Rainier,” said the voice on the phone.
In our wealthy nation, it’s astounding that nearly 22 percent of children under 18 live in poverty and more than 16 million children live in households that struggle to put food on the table.
Sometimes I just shake my head at some of the stuff that people report to the police. This stuff is so wacky it can’t be made up. It has to be true. Often, the odd ones are funny on the surface, but I have to keep reminding myself that they must have been serious to someone, since the cops got a call.
Youngsters in Okanogan and Ferry counties are joining their counterparts all over the country in returning to classes in the next few weeks.
The other day during lunch, I commented to my table mates about a couple sitting nearby. The two had their heads bowed, their eyes concentrating on their phone screens and their thumbs madly tapping out text messages. They were having lunch together, separately.
Sometimes it’s hard to fathom how people can be so clueless in dry areas during the summer. While we haven’at hd a whole lot of human-caused fires locally so far this year, the potential certainly is there.
I was happy to learn, for the sake of 5-year-old boys everywhere, that Tyrannosaurus rex remains the bad boy of the dinosaur world.
It’s time to pawn off all those unwanted zucchinis
Every day seems to have a special name attached to it.
Chirping cricket brings memories
A few nights ago, we heard a cricket chirping loudly and figured it must’ve gotten in the house somehow.
Children’s taste buds must have changed a lot, even in the past 15 or so years since our son was young.
I have an addiction, but I’ve been able to suppress it for several years without the help of counseling or a 12-step program. Even so, I still have a “stash” in the house, hidden in drawers, plastic tubs, closets and boxes.
Adventures fly with critters let loose
Cats can get into the stickiest situations. Years ago, when I was in junior high or high school, our cat was a great trophy hunter. He’d catch birds, mice, moles, flying squirrels and, occasionally, a weasel.
Years ago, as I was nearing my own high school graduation, a friend of my mother’s sent me one of those tiny gift books filled with sentimental quotes.
It’s yard sale season and even if we don’t manage to get it together enough to have a sale of our own, there should be no excuse for not contributing to someone else’s sale.