It seems like I've been hankering for lamb for four or five years now -- leg of lamb, lamb chops, rack of lamb... you name it. Lamb chops, especially, were a staple in this family. Broiled with a dash of salt, pepper and dredged in oregano...
Stevens, Nyel, 188. That's what the index said and that's the page I went to right off the bat. Maggie's book, The Container Victory Garden, arrived last night, and although it was addressed to me, I knew it was truly Nyel's. Maggie had said...
It's not that I'm a stranger to the federal income tax forms with their small print and gobbledygook phrases. I've done my share of filling them out, going to a tax specialist for the parts that were beyond me and, for the most part, saving what I...
Today would have been Nyel's 79th birthday. I had every intention that we would be celebrating it together -- as well as at least two more. In fact, I began talking about his "80th" shortly after we met. He was telling me about the doctor's...
I walked through the garden this evening, Nyel at my shoulder, but just out of sight. I especially looked at all his favorites -- the flowers he preferred, the ones he took extra care with, the ones I worried I wouldn't manage quite so well. But,...
All the places we went. All the meals we ate and all those he cooked! All the laughter we shared. All the people we enjoyed, learned from, loved. Wasn't it just the other day we met... back in 1984? General Nyel, Farmer Nyel, Chef Nyel, Husband,...
Last week and this have been non-stop appointments for Nyel -- all the medical, dental, and you-name-it-health-related folks wanting to weigh in on his status, needs, unkept appointments, new prescriptions, etc. etc. that you might imagine after...
Probably the worst winter in Oysterville's history began the night of January 1, 1875. That night, the weather turned sharply cold, and the thermometer hovered at zero. When morning dawned, parts of the bay were sheets of solid ice, with the...
Last night Oh so lightly She was breathing Nestled among the cedar shavings On the coop floor. That she knew Farmer Nyel was home I have no doubt. Chickens know more things Than you would think. Nyel raised her From a fluffy ball of yellow And for...
Nyel is home and all is right with my world!! Never mind that Little Red Hen is hardly moving at all. And never mind that I managed to get almost-but-not-quite-all of the corrections that I wanted on the visuals for The Ghostly Tales of The Long...
The word is just in -- Nyel comes home tomorrow! Meanwhile -- 'O' has been for Overload here. The editor literally pulled my Spooky Stories book off the press and has given me 48 hours (beginning yesterday morning) to review the PDF, note the...
NO WONDER EVERYONE'S BEEN ASKING WHAT'S GOING ON. APPARENTLY I FORGOT TO ACTUALLY PUBLISH THIS BLOG AFTER I WROTE IT FRIDAY. SO THIS WILL HELP CATCH YOU UP. From Oz -- All Good News! Nyel is responding well to oral meds and, if the gods...