Guy's blog about life with pets in northern mich.

I used to work with a golfer, way back in the sixties, and after listening to him talk about the game’s mental, physical, and equipment peculiarities, I decided to try playing golf personally. The Uof M par-three course is only a couple miles from where I lived and each day after work, I’d play a quick nine holes. A seven iron, nine iron, a five iron and a putter were the only clubs needed (I never learned how to use woods) and I took 46 strokes to go around the course on my first try. By the... Sign in to see full entry.

I don’t know how to just drop this on all my friends at Blogitville, but I think that a serial killer stalks all those who have clicked on my site! First, this fiend must have murdered Mademoiselle, and then he got my loyal friend Hazel St. Cricket! I thought at first that I was just being paranoid when it appeared that I was losing readers. It’s theoretically possible that I would lose a reader or maybe even two, from loss of employment or promotion to a job on another continent where the... Sign in to see full entry.

At a yard sale, Marilyn picked up an “Elvira” wig for the kids to wear on Halloween. Marilyn owns the left-hand side of the couch, by divine right, and her overstuffed cushion, against which she leans her back, announces this to the world. Yesterday, as she was about to sit in her customary spot, Baby was laying on the second best spot, HERS! I heard her tell Baby to move, politely at first, then with a bit less patience, then with an underlying anger that I hoped that Baby could ALSO recognize... Sign in to see full entry.

Don’t tell Marilyn, but I’ve fallen madly in lust with the willowy, pixie-haircut waif in the filmy blue dress that she refreshes in the steam/dryer. Now she has shown up in an Invisalign commercial so it looks like other people have noticed her too. I’d enjoy peeling her like a banana. Whew! She has a kind of Audrey Hepburn kind of femininity that makes her stand out from all the others. (Except for the Axe girl, whose appeal is pure sex ) It’s a good thing I don’t live in California and that... Sign in to see full entry.

Do you have an opinion on which was Kevin Costner’s best movie? “The Untouchables? Field of Dreams? J.F.K.? Dances With Wolves? Water World?” He’s no Clint Eastwood, but there’s very few of US around! He’s acted in a lot of well-written and filmed movies, and he has several facial expressions, unlike a lot of his contemporaries. I’m going to be asking about your opinion of Charles Bronson, Robert Deniro, Steve McQueen, John Wayne, Gregory Peck, Dustin Hoffman, Brando, Pacino, Cruise, Duvall and... Sign in to see full entry.

Last night we all had sweet corn on the cob with dinner. I soaked the ears and charcoal grilled them, and they were very tasty. Marilyn told Ivy’s retreating back that if she wanted any more corn, she should “Get it now, it won’t be any good tomorrow!” D.J. got a strange look on his face, (A possible first attempt at imaginative thought?) grinned and leaned close to Marilyn. He whispered, “Save a couple of ears of corn. We’ll leave it all wrapped up and give it to Ivy tomorrow. Maybe it’ll kill... Sign in to see full entry.

Is Saturday the slowest “read” day for everyone, or is it just me? It’s probably just the fact that everyone else has a life and they spend weekends picnicking, visiting, building a tree stand, fishing, camping, you know, doing all the stuff I’d like to be doing instead of yard work or brat-sitting. I suspect that a lot of the people, who click on my blog, do so at work. Probably early in the day, before the boss gets to work or the last half hour, waiting for that damned slow moving minute hand... Sign in to see full entry.

Marilyn just pulled back into the driveway after leaving with the kids, so I figured that they must have forgotten something. I watched Ivy come tiptoeing chess-piece like, stepping onto surviving grass patches towards the house. Being a “Holmesian” genius, I surmised that she was returning for forgotten footwear. As she stepped from the glaring sunshine into the comparative darkness of the place we keep her captive and (I) instruct her in proper, ladylike behavior, etc., she was blinking like... Sign in to see full entry.

This time of the year I love to watch all the adolescent animals capering and prancing in the pastures and fields I drive past daily. A spindly-legged young fox loped awkwardly ahead of my truck for about a block before he noticed me following him down a dirt road yesterday. He just veered off the road into the tall grass of the ditch to let me pass. The young of the year have a few weeks of bliss with Momma looking out for their safety, feeding, comfort and learning about the wonders of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Here’s something for us all to think about. Imagine if you can, the huge odds against you being the person you are. Over the reproductive years of humans, the trillions of sperm cells, hundreds of eggs, vagaries of timing, attraction, health and prenatal care, wars, work schedules, sleep cycles, religious and social strictures, the odds against you becoming you are so unimaginably high that the human mind cannot even come close to understanding a number with that many zeros in it. We are all... Sign in to see full entry.