Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
It's a sign of a happy vacation, I think, when you have to seriously reacclimate, on reaching home. We had our heads thoroughly Hawai'i-fied for a week and a half---living in our swimsuits (and my bare feet), accumulating layers of sunscreen on our skin and salt-water in our hair, eating our way across the landscape … Continue reading “There’s No Place Like Home”
We didn't ever mean to have five cats. But how could that happen by ACCIDENT, you ask. Well, here's the thing. When we took this job managing an RV park, the job came with a house. We'd lived in an RV our entire marriage, so we moved into that house without a stick of furniture. … Continue reading The Accidental Cat Lady
The last couple nights have dipped down below freezing, riming the fields beyond our house with frost. This morning a heavy skim of frozen fog at the foot of the distant mountains contrasted with the bold grapefruit of the pre-dawn clouds, like a painting of frost and fire. It feels like a fitting entree to … Continue reading Here AND There
I'm sitting on the living-room couch with my MacBook, rather than the more serviceable office chair and desktop computer, because this window is where the sunshine is streaming in. We've had nothing but wind and storms this week---and although we generally only get 12 inches of rain a year here, in our High Desert climate, … Continue reading The Post-It Queen Strikes Again
Baby green sea turtles hatch on the beaches of Baja California on the Sea of Cortez, hump their way toward the water, and vanish in the surf. They vanish for five years, before they return to those beaches to lay their own eggs. In his achingly lyrical Telling Our Way to the Sea, Aaron Hirsch … Continue reading The Turtle-Shell Autobiography
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
It's a word of my own coinage, particular to post-childbirth and post-menopausal experiences---a mashup of "chortle" and "tinkle." A mashup word for the mashup experience. A chinkle is a laugh that makes you wee a little. At the risk of venturing into TMI territory: in earlier stages of my life, damp panties were indicative of … Continue reading Stop, Don’t Make Me Chinkle!
Kana's Chronicles 