Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
Last weekend we drove one last time to our boat, to finish cleaning it out. My mom and I had gotten the bulk of things moved out, a couple months back. She and I were there for a "girls' weekend" when I arrived at the realization that we should probably sell it---an epiphany that had … Continue reading In Which We Don’t Sail Into the Sunset
I feel like our RV park's housekeeper deserves hazard pay. I continue to be astonished by some people, and the things that they do. Or in this case, what someone did NOT do. Someone had an unfortunate case of explosive diarrhea yesterday... In the shower. And got out of the shower, still "leaking," to reach … Continue reading What is WRONG With People?
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”
Pepper and I met (virtually) when we were both freelance-writing for the same client. Well, Steve wasn't actually the "end-user" client himself; he was more like a broker of freelance writing-jobs. His jobs paid a little less-per-word than the gigs I landed on my own (because he was taking a cut), but he was a … Continue reading Roommates in a Padded Cell
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'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
The summer I was 17, my uncle took my younger sister and me for a live-aboard week sailing around Lake Michigan. It was the beginning of my love-affair. I was already on a course toward Marine Biology studies, didn't yet have "my" lighthouse tattooed on my arm, but was on that course too, captivated by … Continue reading What Dreams are Shaped Like
Kana's Chronicles 