Critical Update

Yes. Oh, yes. Do you see that? That is a fire. On the hearth. Our hearth. Let me catch you up... First of all, I can't believe I made it through that whole last post without including pictures of Sherman the Wonder Cat. And BABY RAR. Allow me to rectify... Christmas Eve. Pre-church. Baby Rar... Continue Reading →

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Christmas Lull

There is a small lull in the action that is Christmas 2018. Sensing the quiet moment, Larry has woken up. For five minutes. In general, winter is not his jam. As he creeps ever-closer to geriatricity, his wintertime wakings are fewer and farther between. This year, his first arousal came on Christmas Eve, just as... Continue Reading →

Bruce

Bruce, savin' the world... Tied up the Christmas movie marathon this evening with the annual viewing of Die Hard.  Indeed. Not a Christmas movie, you say? Oh, ho, ho! How wrong you are! There are very few movies that elicit quite this brand of Christmas cheer! I learned something new today as well. According to the... Continue Reading →

Book Review: And Then There Were None

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie My rating: 5 of 5 starsAccording to Goodreads, Agatha Christie is the best-selling author of all time. Yeah. I can believe that.This was my first exposure to The AC, and well, I wasn't disappointed. Riveting. Funnily enough, it reminds me of Ellen Raskin's The Westing Game, that... Continue Reading →

What was I thinking?

It's always amazing to me how effective procrastination is as a tool to get everything else in your life done. Always. What I really needed to do today was figure out what hilarious anecdote to share for the up and coming Terror and Storytelling Event. You see, the lovely folks who organize said event would... Continue Reading →

Truth Be Told

I was recently asked to be one of the featured storytellers for the next installment of Truth Be Told, an open mic storytelling event that our local celebrities—I had no idea that I didn’t have a clue how to spell celebrities until this moment… huh—anyway, an event that our local celebrities Steve and Kobi have... Continue Reading →

Now that THAT’S done…

I love Christmastime. I do. But there are certain aspects of this glorious wintertime holiday that I pay for every year. #1: Shopping. I don't shop. I loathe shopping. I have seven children and one grandson, and someone has to shop for them. Argue with me all you want about the merits or horrors of gift-giving... Continue Reading →

An old friend new

I love Annie Dillard. Non-Fiction, anyway. I can't speak to her fiction. But her NF is brilliant.It's interesting to me how I can forget things so easily. I was in the middle of An American Childhood when it had to go back to the library many months ago, and I never did get it back. Plum... Continue Reading →

Animal Farm

Half of a cow showed up at our doorstep last night. Just chillin’ there. He wasn’t a great conversationalist, so now he’s chillin’ in the deep freeze downstairs. He seems to be happier down there, as are we. It appears that we will eat for another year. Many, many hamburgers. This year, our butcher receipt... Continue Reading →

November underway

Sherm has come for a visit. With the exception of one hideous experiment in the rescuing of motherless (and untrainable) kittens, we have not had cats in the house since we've been married. I've always had cats. I love cats. Scott is allergic to cats. Sherman is here because my folks are on their way... Continue Reading →

To be the chaplain

Accidental Saints found its way into my library hold shelf a while back. I didn't review it. Not because it wasn't good. Just because I didn't. I can do that sometimes... read a book and not even have the decency to write about it. Apologies. I loved it. Nadia Bolz-Weber is a foul-mouth overly-tatted rough-and-tumble... Continue Reading →

Down the road

The wood splitter is headed down the road, back home to the West Hill. For the last time of 2018. This means, for the uninitiated, that the wood for the year is complete. Or so we hope. Every year, we think we have a better handle on what we will actually burn in the coming... Continue Reading →

The Rejection of Blog Awards

I promised myself back when I started this blog that I wouldn't do the whole blog award thing. Something too chain-mail-y about it; makes me uncomfortable. Complication is, someone nominated me for an award. Since I really have no idea how the universe might unravel if I ignore said nomination, or how it might implode... Continue Reading →

Gooseberry Strikes Again

That three-week jaunt out to the West Coast took a pretty hefty bite out of the old PTO bank this year. We managed to salvage a Boundary Waters out of the remaining shreds, but the annual pilgrimage to the North Shore was left with an empty purse. It is, however, completely unacceptable that a year... Continue Reading →

Reminders of Light

Anyone noticed that big burning ball of gas in the sky lately? I forgot what it's called. Vocabulary failures aside, it is welcome here. The endless gloom was starting to wear. It's just straight up cruel to go through peak colors in Wisconsin in the rain. In other news... I just started Brene Brown's Braving the Wilderness. It was... Continue Reading →

Once Again…

It's fall in Wisconsin. And once again the seasons take me by the hand and calm my soul. It happens every year. Summer comes, and I am filled with hope at the coming adventures. We saturate the months with more than the suspension can comfortably hold. There is down time, but it is barely enough... Continue Reading →

Home

I'm home. Again. Pulled in late last night from driving home with Rachel from Oregon. I have crossed the bulk of this country three times this year, something I never thought might happen. I am more of a slow traveler, and until now, a 35+ hour drive to get to any destination, even one as... Continue Reading →

Sunshine, even on a dreary day…

There are sunflowers out my window. Not because I am a sunflower farmer, but simply because I planted hostas beneath my birdfeeder. You see, the resident chickens really like to scratch there under that feeder in the spring, for no matter how many birds we have, even of the ground-feeding junco variety, the intended beneficiaries... Continue Reading →

The Annual Words

So, my word of the year… Last year my word was empathy. It made sense right from the get-go. I knew it was something that I really needed to work on, and everything in my path helped me, guided me towards it. This year? I couldn’t pin anything down. OK, I probably didn’t try very... Continue Reading →

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