Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
GoodReads tells me I'm "behind" by 9 books. It's measuring against the pace I have to average, in order to meet my reading goal of 310 books this year. I've spent the year playing leapfrog with that number---sometimes I'm a number of books ahead-of-pace, obviously sometimes the opposite. But we're coming up on that time … Continue reading A Ramble, and An Ode to my Frameo
I've been trying, here, to dig down and write some things that are real (even if they don't frame me in the best light), and what's on my mind today is vanity. My own vanities are a weird mix---things I literally don't even bother to look at, and things I obsess about as if they … Continue reading Vanity Fair (or Unfair)
As work-environments go, ours is pretty out of the ordinary. We run an RV Park and live onsite (that's not the weird part---although it certainly has its interesting moments). It's a small park---just 105 sites, around 65 of which are occupied by long-term folks---which functions almost like a mini-town within our already-small-town. And we only … Continue reading Punching Bag
I couldn't tell you what it is about Octobers, but nearly every drama and trauma of my adult life has landed on me in an October. It makes for a month littered with traumatic anniversaries and destructive memories. October has been a haunted month for me, for reasons entirely unrelated to Halloween. Some of those … Continue reading Giving Thanks: The “October Curse” Stays Lifted
Our cats caught a mouse in the house this morning, and (as cats will do) they made a toy of it until it stopped being, well, interactive anymore. Then Yoda brought it to Jon with the most hopeful look, as if he thought that maybe all-powerful Daddy would turn it back ON for them.
One of my favorite coffee mugs was a gift from my sister, covered all over with "famous first lines" of novels. I have a degree in English literature, and I still had to look a few of them up---I guess they can't all be "Call me Ishmael." But I do think there's one first line … Continue reading On Hobbits & Hobbit-Holes
JustD in her garden Long ago (15-ish years?) in a galaxy far, far away (my Hawaiian BBQ restaurant in Boise), my then-new neighbor (and regular customer) explained to my then-husband how to spell her name: "It's not D-E-E, it's just 'D'." Keoni wrote out, on the lid of her take-out container: JustD. And ever since, … Continue reading Tomatoes & Moose
Kana's Chronicles 