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September song – verse 9-11

September 12, 2008

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Yesterday, on one of those sullen pale gray days with flat light, Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I set off on our errands. Kibble, laundry, balaton cherries in cider. Important stuff. The parking lot was busy at the IGA, where the flag whipped in the wind, making that clanking sound. It billowed out full, halfway […]

Great stuff I found web-wandering

September 10, 2008

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Home of the Blues Take a look at this satellite image.  Be patient.  It’s a big picture.  You may have to scroll around a little, but the brilliant blue of Torch Lake will pop right out of the image.  It’s easy to see Sleeping Bear, too—the Big Sandbox on Big Blue.  (Thanks to Bill Steffens of […]

Hello. My name is Sammy.

September 9, 2008

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Until recently, I was the beloved pet of a very nice human named Ann.  We had an excellent arrangement.  She provided food, a soft warm bed, and lots of petting.  I purred becomingly, and talked with her about the issues of the day.  She spoke very good Siamese, for a human.  She’s gone now, and I […]

Blog watching – what makes people click anyway?

September 6, 2008

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The software I use for this blog tells me a lot about how people find Torch Lake Views, and what they’re interested in when they get here. (No, it doesn’t tell me what pages you, personally, are reading. It’s just an overall count.) On the one hand, it’s a humbling experience. Some of the posts […]

The skunking of the Cowboy

August 29, 2008

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On Saturday the Cowboy encountered a skunk and came off the worse for it.  Ever since then I have eagerly sought remedies for his condition.  There is general agreement that tomato juice Does Not Work, although I recall using it to good effect on the late great Jake.  A normal bath was no help at […]

If you mow it they will run

August 26, 2008

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On my way to Central Lake to do laundry, I happened on a whole lot of vehicles parked alongside M-88.  Naturally I had to investigate.  I followed the gravel drive up the hill and found an amazing panorama.  Someone had mowed the meadow below into a cross-country course, where high school runners in a dozen different team jerseys were warming […]