Author Archives: Linda Schaub

Oh Mother Nature, you’re such a tease!  You gave us two bright and beautiful days and today you get an “E” for effort as we had to endure yet another all-day rain.  Once again I relied on the meteorologists on … Continue reading →

If this was a Jeopardy question, you’d answer:  “what is a traditional Indian battle cry just before invading the enemy” … heck, this is something you probably did as a kid, running around in the backyard holding a feather to … Continue reading →

‘Nuff said!!! The calendar, which touts the arrival of Spring nearly five weeks, is soooooooo wrong. Even the advent of the pretty pink moon tonight doesn’t conjure any pastel Spring images when people are still in warm weather gear and … Continue reading →

After two weeks of fits and starts and trying to get out for a walk, I set out on what finally felt, and looked, like a Spring morning. Green was everywhere – the grass greened up (too much and now … Continue reading →

Is this a word?  Or is it a description that best describes how I feel these days?  I am upset that it has been nearly a fortnight since I enjoyed a long walk … and ten days since I wrote … Continue reading →

“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents” – everyone has heard this famous phrase from the 18th century novel “Paul Clifford”.   I associate it more with Snoopy who pecks out that sentence while sitting at … Continue reading →

Ever-present errands, miscellaneous and sundry things to do and even erratic weather all tap into “walking time”… well, they said it would rain this morning and it didn’t, so off I went to the allergist, Good Shepherd Church for my … Continue reading →

Raining cats and dogs right now. Time to build an ark because rain is predicted over the next four days. In fact, it won’t just be a spit here and there, but drenching rain and thunderstorms as well, or so … Continue reading →

Sometimes I saunter by a corner house at Ferris and White Streets where the double garage is a man cave.  I knew it had to be a man cave the very first time I drove by and saw the navy … Continue reading →

You can call it my sixth sense, perhaps possessing a nose for news or maybe I am just channeling my inner Angela Lansbury, but the disposition of a dilapidated bike’s owner mystifies me.  Since I’ve resumed walking, my two-mile trek … Continue reading →