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The Inkblots and other party games

November 6, 2010

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I mused that images of old houses are like a Rorschach Test and then decided I needed to find an informative link and one thing led to another and before I knew it the whole morning was shot.  There are an astonishing number of psychologists who still believe in the scientific validity of interpreting a person’s interpretations […]

And so it begins

November 5, 2010

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We've arrived at the season where we wake in the dark and have to get up anyway. Pad downstairs, start coffee, go across the road for the paper . . . oh. Look what Mama Nature has brought us, all wrapped up in a bow.

The local history club and terrorist society

November 4, 2010

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Recently the Township Planning Commission, in its wisdom, decided that one way to prevent medical marijuana "compassion clubs" from popping up like mushrooms in Torch Lake Township would be to eliminate "clubs" from permitted uses in the Zoning Ordinance. This strikes me as akin to prohibiting internet service in order to control spam. I began to think of the kinds of clubs that were thus banished from Township life. Bridge clubs, euchre clubs, book clubs, knitting clubs, model railroad clubs . . .

A change is as good as a rest

October 28, 2010

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Rob the Firefighter sent me a cunning little netbook. I brought it down to the Elk Rapids library, where a person can obtain four hours of free WiFi at a time. The view is excellent, even on a cloudy day.

Daugherty at the cider press, pickers in the loft, chestnuts in the casserole – must be the Providence potluck party

October 26, 2010

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It had begun to rain over at Providence Farm. This was a letdown. Who wants to go for a hayride in the rain? Or visit the piglets? Or make apple cider? Heh heh. Turns out pretty much everyone around here was up for it. OK, we skipped the hayride. But we did all the rest, […]

Fire-breathing trees

October 21, 2010

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Yesterday evening light poured over the bright trees.  Branches swirled as the west wind wheeled around to come from the north.   The sky kept changing.  All of this drama, going on right above my head—I stood out on the deck and gave myself a crick in the neck just looking at it, like a country mouse seeing skyscrapers […]