Life in Kana-text (er… CONtext)
If it weren't so cold and rainy out, I'd probably be sitting in my driveway atop my packed duffel. "Can we GO now? How about NOW?" The word "eager" comes to mind. My bag really is packed, just waiting for my toothbrush and I'm ready to hit the road. Hit the skies? Ready to leave … Continue reading Today’s Post is Elsewhere
What could possibly be better than having a Fairy Godmother? Having a REAL one, of course! When my dad was in grad school and my parents lived in Married Student Housing, they lived upstairs or downstairs (I forget who was where) from Klaus & Karen Sitte, and they became fast friends. The kind of prank-playing … Continue reading Better Than a Fairy Godmother
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
Yesterday my dad should have turned seventy. He passed away this year on my birthday, so this weekend we've been missing him on his. Ironically, I could still practice my favorite joke-ritual, which was not to call my dad (whose depth of phone-phobia was rivaled only by my sister's and my own) on his birthday. I … Continue reading Addendum to a Eulogy
Charlie keeps things simple. The rack and saddlebags on his bike can carry what he owns. So far as I can tell, that consists of: a tobacco pouch and plastic cigarette-roller, some T-shirts and socks and a second pair of jeans, a plaid flannel shirt and a camouflage coat, several hats and a mismatched pair of … Continue reading What Charlies Are For
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
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