Christmas is over and not a moment too soon. This is the first Christmas in years that we have not made a day of going into a forest of Northern Colorado to cut a Christmas tree. (Before you respond sarcastically, I am very aware I live in the mountains of Northern Colorado. However, we live on a grassy knoll, with few “Christmas” trees. Elaine chose this property, send your sarcastic emails directly to her.) I wouldn’t advise following this Sipes family tradition, as it has
Is this year ever going to be over? As a creature of habit, I’m not very good with change. There have been just too many changes this year. Elaine is working from home full time. Your daily Fiber has changed locations to two storage containers at our ranch. The twins don’t go to school. The twins socialize at friends’ houses because they can’t socialize at school. Elaine and I have had either, no children in our home or a bunch of children. The kids decide where they are goin
History repeats itself. I can prove it. As a teenager, my lovely daughter (yes, it was Ivy) took a job at a national grocery store chain. It is disputable if she actually wanted the job, or if I wanted her to have a job, any job. I had a job during my high school years, so naturally, I thought it was important my children follow my example. My desire for my children to follow my example didn’t work that well for Ivy’s older brother. He took got a job at a local fast-food rest
Moving your Daily Fiber to an online store reminds me of being a newlywed again. It has been great for the most part and just a tiny bit bitter. Unfortunately, it is the bitter part that reminds me of being a newlywed. I was a young carpenter (an extremely handsome carpenter no less) when Elaine and I were married. Elaine was working in a clothing store while in her last year of college. Money was tight. We lived in one-bedroom apartment in an 8-plex apartment near downtown.