This morning I woke up and my glasses were on the nightstand just where I’d left them. The cushion on the storage bin was empty. The cheesebox was gone from my desk. Miss Puss died yesterday after a short illness at the end of a long and adventurous life. Her body will be buried in […]
You know you're Up North when a bear stands by a cross-walk on the main street in town and everyone thinks it's just dandy.
OK, strictly speaking the title is not accurate, but I couldn’t resist. Babs Young spent the weekend in Chicago cheering on her niece Cyndi, who ran a marathon and did very well. Babs herself did a lot of walking and exploring and picture-taking. She writes: Chicago is on Lake Michigan so I think Chicago counts […]
Soon enough I will be grousing about s*** and fuel bills. But just for now . . . let's go fishing.
Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I had pressing business in Charlevoix today. Nevertheless, we made a detour along the ribbon road to the top of the second ridge, parked the car next to the centennial barn, and fled into the afternoon.
Cora Stoppert has been having a bit of trouble with carpal tunnel syndrome, and went off to the surgeon for some repairs. The first hand is done. "I can knit again," she announced cheerfully, "but I don't have the strength to cut up rutabagas for pasties."
October 12, 2012
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