cogdog on When working at home one can get lax with the shaving schedule… as it was I was scrubbly already when Cori asked me if I was participating in Movember. Why not? I found I already had an account (might be from sponsoring someone else 2 years ago, was that you Devon?). And it seemed like […]
cogdog on As I gaze out the window at snow falling on October 2, it may help to situate the reader who missed the story that this year I migrated from Arizona to the prairies of Saskatchewan, the call to move being one of love. And you may glean from flickr/Instagram photos that Cori and I share […]
cogdog on Dear Mom and Dad, where ever you are, I know you cannot send letters any more, but trust you know what’s in mine. Maybe you can read blogs? These August 27s keep rolling by, extending the time, though not fading the memories of when you were on this earth. Seventeen, Dad, and seven years, Mom, […]
cogdog on A lot of things in my life have played out in this blog, in flickr photos, in tweets. But that’s not everything. Not by far. A wonderful new part of my life, a long vet that has been in development offline a long while, came on a month ago, when I stood on a cottage […]
cogdog on Where I first heard this line is forgotten, but it has invariably proven to be true when someone I meet shares their phone number. Your area code probably indicates where you lived in 2008. I’m plenty old to remember the fixed geolocation of an area code (well you would look it up on a map […]
cogdog on My Dad’s domain as the green grass lawn of our suburban Baltimore home. It was so much, that when he got his personal email address it started with “lawnman”. He was fanatic at watering, seeding, fertilizing, and hand pulling dandelions. In early memories there was some kind of gas powered lawn mower he used that […]
cogdog on Never brag about your health; Rod Serling will tap you with some Twilight Zone stick. At a few days short of 55 I had been talking among friends how good I feel- no aches, no replaced body parts, good energy, and not bad for someone 48 years as a Type 1 diabetic. Saturday morning, while […]
cogdog on A break in the usual technical gobbledygook and assorted rantings for a not so small personal announcement… As a matter of fact, it’s as big as life… Cori did say “yes” If there is any doubt to the question, it’s one of marriage. Something I had vowed 10 years ago to never do again. I’m […]
cogdog on Last night, in 2014, Tim and I sat in his living room in Eugene reminiscing how we first connected. We both are fuzzy on the timing, but are pretty sure it was 1994. And it was via the internet. No apps. mobile devices, social networks. It was via a listserv. Around this time I was […]
cogdog on In our family lore is the battle of the grilled cheese sandwich, waged between my sisters and I one summer day when I was maybe 8. The record is muddy as the accounts of the conflict disagree. Mom had preserved some of the artifacts, which now come to light and judgement. The evidence is found […]