Sailing Papillon

Before embarking on this little adventure, I fancied myself a veteran of home renovations. Over the course of five years, Erik and I did ev...

One of the great joys of this trip is getting to be with the kids all day.  Yes, I’ve been home with them since Stylish was born, but sin...

As a child, I was invisible to mosquitoes.  I ranged through the woods behind our house with impunity, with nary a bug bite to show for it. ...

I hear from those of you in southern Ontario and beyond that today is a snow day.  School is canceled, and out come the sleds, skates and sk...

Update:  by request, a photo of the hatch in question: Gollum, gollum Having plowed through most of the necessary jobs on Papillon, w...

"Yeah, the blog is getting a little dry, isn't it?" Well.  It seems my posts of late have failed to impress my bunkmate (and ...

Greetings from this side of 2011.  I trust everyone made it through the holidays without too many thrills, spills, or pounds of turkey wei...

--> The Christmas of my youth was a rigidly formatted affair.  I say this with affection - it took none of the fun out of it for me - b...

Ahh, the Space Center - the gift that keeps on giving.  This blog is going on hiatus until the holidays are over, and I find another good (r...

As this little blog has grown, I have gotten the odd bit of mail from you, my dear readers.  Most of it is kind.  Some of it is mystifying. ...