OK, so I’m beginning to realize that a week on my own at home was probably not the best fodder for an interesting blog – but of course that’s one reason I’ve always called this a “journal” and not a “blog.” (Of course, the other reason is that technically the word “blog” hadn’t been coined [more...]
Erik M-H
Erik Mueller-Harder, né Erik Disbrow Harder

painted the nine 18’ clapboards which figured so prominently yesterday harvested and flash-froze one pint of red raspberries weeded scythed 20 yards of brush growing up through our neighbor’s electric fence, in hopes that would solve the DSL problem (our line travels underground directly underneath said brush) – it didn’t wrote another strongly worded e-mail [more...]
I should have gone to bed — or maybe stayed up with some port, after all! But, no, I had to “do the right thing,” so I went back to the garage to paint the clapboards. Only there were still a few slivers of glass on the gallon paint can lid. So I tipped it [more...]

So my whole family, and half of everyone else I care about, are spending their first night of the week-long “Campers’ Week” at Pinewoods music & dance camp. I don’t always go: I love the place and the people, but I miss home — and there’s always a mountain of work to get ahead on [more...]
