Somewhere between my second and third Caicos Sunset Rum Punch a bird of prey swooped low over the beach. His talons clutched a sizable fish. Had his catch been listed on Da Conch Shackmenu, it would have set us back about $30. “What was that?” I asked Mike. “Amazing,” he answered. Hawk? Eagle? The birder in me… Continue reading Making Stuff Up
“I can’t clean the gutters on the north side of the house because the hose doesn’t reach that far,” said Mike. He whittled his fall “To Do” list from a timber to a toothpick with gutter cleaning the remaining unchecked bullet point. If hose length impeded completion of the fall gutter-cleaning task, I’d remedy that… Continue reading Not Being Hosed
A Few Choice Words By Anita 