Freezing, no fun. Snow, something to look forward to
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, I will be waiting for the freezing rain and sleet with some trepidation, and when it doesn’t arrive on time at 7 a.m., I…
Read MoreBy David Fortier Come Sunday morning, I will be waiting for the freezing rain and sleet with some trepidation, and when it doesn’t arrive on time at 7 a.m., I…
Read MoreBy David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the new year will have arrived and no one I know really knows what to expect, but we trudge on just the same, which…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will have ventured out for another production at Hartford Stage, and Christmas preparations at 163 Goodwin St. are well under way….
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will have picked, cut, and transported our Christmas tree home. We will have run a few errands and delivered gifts to…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, we were to have headed out for our Christmas tree and together shopped for some Christmas gifts, in person but a good drive which…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will finally have gotten to the leaves, which have been on the list of chores, but there have been other priorities,…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, Mary and I will have been babysitting for the 21-month-old for the second day while his mom preps for one of those certification tests…
By David Fortier Come Sunday Morning, the third oldest will have returned home to help with some chores, mostly ones, I ordinarily would have undertaken myself. Ordinarily relates to that…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning the weather will have turned the corner—we are in a wintry chill, getting ready for Thanksgiving—and our clocks will have been turned back an…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the weather will have cooled considerably, the rains will have ended—in time for Halloween, leaves will have come down but not all of them,…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the mum blossoms on the plants on front porch will have grown from pea-sized to almost quarter-sized, maroon and yellow, and still have a ways to…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, I will have been discharged from physical therapy for my knee replacement. It’s kind of good, but the work has only begun: continue my exercises two…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, I will rise and shake my head and wonder where the week went. It’s not that much happened, although on the city news front…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, I will have made it just beyond the two-month mark for the knee replacement surgery and a month back to school. Bristol is a…
By David Fortier Come Sunday Morning, the Mum Festival will have been going on full-tilt since Friday evening in its new venue downtown, with parts of North Main St. and Riverside Ave….
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, I will have settled into the weekend—breakfast with Mary on the porch (this Saturday blueberry crepes and a cup of tea before she heads…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning the 20th anniversary of 9/11 will have left us with more commemorations and remembrances. Since I am still a bit hobbled, I spent most…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, we will have managed to get through the remnants of Ida with a momentary flicker of the lights, much more fortunate than some others…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning we will have braced ourselves for Hurricane/Tropical Storm Henri, meaning cleaning up the porches and yard for any items that might get kicked up into…
By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, I will be walking at least a half mile a day, which amazes me. How can this be happening? I have a new knee….