Monthly Archives: August 2018

Horrible, Horrible, Horrible

Posted on August 29, 2018 by Julie-Ann Baumer

I’m not a mathematician, but if I were familiar with analytics and algorithms, I would research what question people ask most often.  Crap, I could probably just Google it and get a reasonable answer.  I’d also get a list of … Continue reading →

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Forget-Me-Nots

Posted on August 22, 2018 by Julie-Ann Baumer

On Easter Sunday this year, April 1, Bea Strout died at her home in Lisbon Falls.  She had lived there since 1955.  I remembered Bea as an elderly woman who went to yard sales with her neighbor, Honey Moulton.  Bea’s … Continue reading →

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I Could Have Mowed All Night

Posted on August 16, 2018 by Julie-Ann Baumer

One day, I am going to read (or at least skim) every blog post I have published and categorize them with better themes.  On that day, I will likely discover that besides Moxie and Jeeps, mowing the lawn is a … Continue reading →

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Grandpa Ott is Everywhere

Posted on August 8, 2018 by Julie-Ann Baumer

We had a magnificent thunderstorm last night, with sky-cracking lightning and crashing thunder; rain in torrents!  It was a perfect ending to my birthday, which I celebrated with little fanfare.  I will not bore you with the details, but only … Continue reading →

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He Won’t Miss One

Posted on August 1, 2018 by Julie-Ann Baumer

I was peddling past Uncle Bob’s the other day.  He was going somewhere in his truck and he waved as he passed by.  On his porch steps was a bucket of cucumbers and I took one.  He won’t miss one.  … Continue reading →

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