I am in love with an orange truck and the Cowboy and Miss Sadie are pretty fond of it, too

January 4, 2010

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You may recall that I wondered where all our snow was, given the dire predictions of at least ten inches of the stuff late last week. For a time I thought it had been misdirected to the north of England, but in due course it was delivered to Torch Lake Township, just in time to […]

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Babs says Old Man Winter is a doll

January 3, 2010

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I slipslid home through the snow tonight, climbed up the steps Tom Morrison had blessedly cleared, and opened the latest missive from Babs Young: I will not be getting any holiday cards out for this holiday season, so this will have to serve as my wish for a very Happy New Year to each of […]

The button jar

January 2, 2010

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One of the day’s errands involved returning many overdue books to the library in Central Lake.  A bonus was discovering the current showcase exhibit: a button collection.  Buttons in jars, buttons in a box that had held lavendar soaps, buttons sewed onto patchwork angel wings . . . I was completely captivated. My mother kept […]

Not to complain or anything, but where’s the snow?

January 2, 2010

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For two days the Weather Widget and the radio news reporters have been predicting that we will have ten inches of new snow by this afternoon.  So for two days I’ve stayed pretty close to home, puttering around, walking the dogs, gazing into the fire, catching up on my reading, cooking—Me!  Cooking!—waiting for the snow […]

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People, people – it’s only a number!

January 1, 2010

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As a culture we tend to obsess about Significant Milestones.  The passing of a year, a decade, a century.  (Remember Y2K hysteria?)  When you  come right down to it, as we always do, all the numbers are arbitrary.  Calendars are the creations of human beings, not Mama Nature.  She does things in her own good […]

A deep map of Eastport

December 31, 2009

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Just when you think there’s nothing to write about, a reader’s email starts a long chain of associations that leads you to William Least Heat-Moon’s PrairyEarth (a deep map).  The post isn’t written—not by a long shot—but you have some little ideas and no clue where they’ll lead.  Let’s begin with the email: Helping my […]