Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
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
My treadmill broke down this week. I'd love to say that I legitimately "used it up"---but truthfully, I haven't been that assiduous with my exercising. It was a pretty cheap treadmill, and it has lasted since our COVID shut-in year, but I didn't use it up with overuse. I swoop from one end of the … Continue reading Track Record
We've been invaded by fringe. I don't mean a "fringe element." I mean honest-to-gosh FRINGE, bedecking everything in sight. Fringe on jackets, fringe on vests, fringe on pants, fringe on chaps, fringe on boots. The cowboys wear fringe, the Indians wear fringe. The spectators wear fringe. The horses wear fringe! It's Rodeo Week in Pendleton, … Continue reading A Cowpoke by Any Other Name…
I don’t love it that our sailboat is a five-hour drive from home. It’s hard to get away to go there, hard to tackle the work and projects that we have in mind, hard to get the boat-time I’d wish for, if I really had my way. But yesterday did remind me of one of … Continue reading Driven
2025 is the Year of the Scalpel in our household. My husband has been trying for over a year to queue up the necessary protocols and referrals and scheduling to get his much-needed neck surgery done through the VA. (Don't get me wrong---we're immensely grateful that he can get this surgery through the VA! But … Continue reading Catastrophe & Calm
"I'm a real boy!" Okay, I'm not really a boy. And I'm not newly a 'real' writer. (In my opinion, a 'real writer' is any writer who is actively, well, writing.) I'm not even new to being a published writer, in the sense that my poems have appeared in a number of publications (that even … Continue reading Channeling Pinocchio
I've been obsessed with the ocean since before my teens, but it was my Uncle Dick who "infected" me with the love of sailing. I took the official ASA courses later on in adulthood, but it was my uncle & aunt ("Captain Grunk" & "First Mate Cookie," as they have ever-after been known to us) … Continue reading “This is What We Do.”
Kana's Chronicles 