Here Today
A mild, sugary snow started to fall, tiny, lackadaisical flakes spilling from the gathering skies and tickling the already numb faces. I had been outside three or four hours now, […]
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Freshly-Squeezed, Locally-Sourced Organic Breakfast
I scrambled up the last few boulders of the butte in the middle of the city, heart still pounding from the exertion, grateful for both the driving Thievery-Corporation-heavy playlist and […]
At Precisely 5:52
As the Airbus bolted up into the golden-grey, sepia-toned haze of waning autumn I copped a break from the everyday ruminating and from my perch in a lonely window seat […]
Declaring His Independence
The ground was just enough frost-hardened to make things uncomfortable on my still-gimpy ankle as we trundled out just before dawn to check on the pigs. Geese overhead continued their […]
Perfect Weather for Ping Pong
It was what you might call, if such a thing existed, perfect weather for ping pong. Late afternoon temperatures in the low 60’s and now, just past suppertime, gently dipping […]
As Many as You Can Fit in Your Truck
It’s a special kind of awful, guilty pleasure to sit in a warm truck on a chilly morning. The kids are out there working the gates, huddled against the cold, […]
Paint, Baling Twine, Talk Radio and Potholes
About 20 kilometers into our nine-day traverse through Sweden I had finally had enough. “Have you ever seen roads like this?” I asked Alison incredulously, “they are so smooth, so […]
Sounds Good
On Friday, as the butcher helped us load some 800 lbs. of meat from a steer we never formally named – the beast went only by “#1” in reference to […]
The Science is Inconclusive
On Saturday morning I walked to the barn through an uncertain dawn, winter easing, the air noticeably softer, the first tentative hints of shirtsleeves and baseball on the face. But you […]
Home Alone
The recent heavy rainfalls and resulting heavy mosquitoes are the topic du jour around here. The buggers are making up for the lost time of a dry spring and attacking with […]
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