[while Dad is changing Clara’s diaper for bed]
Dad: Who’s my girl?
Clara: Me!
D: And who’s your daddy?
C: Timothy John Weber. I kiss your fingers.
[kisses each finger on Dad’s left hand in turn] read more...
I finished the second version of the sump pump alarm. This revision has the following changes: read more...
Well, I replaced the ground fault interrupt outlet that the sump pump was plugged into a month or two ago, and I haven’t heard a peep out of the alarm since. So that must have been the culprit all along. read more...
Do you love coffee? Or soda, or some other perky drink? Then perhaps you are annoyed now and then by reports of the health benefits of tea, with its antioxidants and its relaxing cultural traditions. Or perhaps a tea snob has extolled the refined subtleties of flavor it offers. So you know it’s a habit you should cultivate, instead of whatever depraved beverage or daily habit you currently pursue in the search for stimulation and/or security.
Well, I’m here to help you out. Because the procedure I am about to set forth will, if followed faithfully, allow you to say, honestly and with pride, “No thanks - I’ve tried tea, and I hated it.” read more...
The following were actually written in the car one or two years ago; I just came across them again and decided it was the right time.
I’m dreaming of a green Christmas
So I don’t have to shovel snow
Cause when I start liftin’,
My spine starts shiftin’,
And soon, my back will start to go… read more...