Kathy Brasby Blog
T-Bars
In the stone age of mountain skiing was the T-bar and there it should stay. A T-Bar Lift consisted of a steel rope looped over a series of wheels. A bar hung down from this steel cable with a horizontal cross piece at the bottom. Think of the idea of an upside-down T....
Over the trail
Sometimes it’s the destination. Sometimes it’s the journey that’s important. In this case, our daughter decided to spend a day crafting her own wire rabbit cage. She raised Dutch rabbits for 4-H and wanted to expand a little. So, in true 4-H fashion, she discovered...
Talking microwaves
Communication is such a fragile thing. I was blending the butter and sugar for cookies when younger son wandered into the kitchen. “Where’s that neck thing of Dad’s?” he asked. “Sore neck?” I pointed to the drawer under the microwave where I knew my husband stored a...
This thing about heights
Not long ago I noticed that I have a slight fear of heights. The seeds might have been planted when, as a child, I didn’t climb the trees clear to the top like my brother did. I may have missed an opportunity to immunize myself to heights at an early age. A photo...
Fooling
We called it Canal Street for a reason, even though its official name was Fletcher Street. But it took a newcomer just one rainstorm to understand Canal Street, where water from the entire town met to form a rushing river from curb to curb. As April Fools day...
What I don’t think
When I saw the pictures on Facebook commemorating the woman who sewed tiny teddy bears for her pet mouse, I knew I could take on this topic. You know. Mice. I’ve never sewed teddy bears for a pet mouse. Here’s why: I don’t sew and I don’t keep pet mice. I trap them....
Just drain the waterbed
I knew I had an issue when I looked out the back door of my new office to see my trailer house rolling down the highway. I had been commuting 30 miles a day to the new job, waiting for a moving company to take my little trailer house to a new location closer to my...
Bookend buddies
They were almost bookends. I watched my husband and teenage son stroll into the convenience store while I kept guard on the gas pumping into our SUV. Both wore spandex cycling shirts in blazing yellow with all sorts of advertising slogans plastered in place, paid for...
The duck brace
I’m all for devoted mothers but this teetered at the ridiculous line. We live on a hobby farm and at one time had a brace of Moscovy ducks. I had to look this up but did you know that a group of ducks can be called a brace, badelynge, bunch or a flock? While we’re...
