Maybe someone can explain this to me. I like statistics, but this one has me baffled. Nearly every single day, for thirteen years, someone has read"How to Bury an Owl." Even when my blogging was entirely dormant, this post kept racking up statistics. Last year it was read 347 times. . Altogether it has been … Continue reading A Legacy of Owl-Interment?
Tag: Owl
Superb Owl Sunday (OR… The Anthropology of Advertising)
So I hear the Super Bowl was last Sunday! Who knew? Well, okay---everybody else knew. This is one of the "social side-effects" of having no television channels. Last weekend's Super Bowl actually came to our attention accidentally a few days before the game, when a nursing assistant asked us which team we'd be rooting for. Long … Continue reading Superb Owl Sunday (OR… The Anthropology of Advertising)
Bathing Ferrets, Idaho Wildlife, & Pumpkin Pie
I used to think that my sister and I had the best-ever outlet for playing with our bath toys. We grew up in an Idaho farm-town that practiced irrigation-watering for the lawns in town, so our front yard was flooded in several inches of water for a couple evenings every week. I still have memories … Continue reading Bathing Ferrets, Idaho Wildlife, & Pumpkin Pie
The Shampoo Manifesto
When our son Christian started Kindergarten, the school called me up within the first two weeks to ask if they could move him to second grade. Eep! We compromised at the halfway point, and he skipped just one grade. I had no question that he could handle the academics, but I had fears for junior-high … Continue reading The Shampoo Manifesto
Project Petroglyph
Keoni and I make a running joke about his age---not because he's incredibly old (though of course that's the joke), but because he was in college when I was born... So I tease him that when he used to carry girls' books after school, they were clay tablets... Or that his birth certificate was chiseled … Continue reading Project Petroglyph
Hau’oli la Hanau! (35)
Thirty-five years ago today, my mother employed her primary Superpower and made a person. A day or two later I was introduced to a lifetime companion and playmate and co-conspirator and friend: my sister Karin. (She guides people's pronunciation with this clue: "You park a KAR-in the garage.") I turned three just a few weeks … Continue reading Hau’oli la Hanau! (35)
A Sermon, A Spell
"She's not really mine to give away anymore," the bride's father said to me this afternoon, as we waited in the back yard for her to complete her transformation from jeans-and-flannel to white lace. "But I'd like to." Adding the note to my scribbled-in Baker's Wedding Handbook, I assured him with a grin that he … Continue reading A Sermon, A Spell
Kana's Chronicles 