Another precinct heard from

February 11, 2012

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Nothing like a little winter rivalry to bring out fence-painters in force, leaving me free to spend my time reading Haruki Murakami's 1Q84 to my Civil War veterans. (The part about the town of cats stirred them up.)

Links(wo)manship

February 10, 2012

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I woke up this morning to a snowstorm, fat flakes lazing about in slow spirals on their way down, very restful. I was prepared to lie there indefinitely just watching it fall. But I keep a cat and two dogs and have grave responsibilities.

Dinner at Pearl’s

February 8, 2012

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Life goes meandering along, and then one day you realize . . . it is time to go to Pearl’s. It is time to have a Golden Margarita and a Plantation Platter and some cornbread. Maybe a bowl of corn chowder with crayfish, or some Ya-Ya Gumbo. Fried green tomatoes, red bean cakes . . […]

Icy adventures on Bass Lake

February 7, 2012

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I was in Elk Rapids this morning, and something caught my eye.  Could it be . . . yes.  There was an ice fishing shanty out on Bass Lake.  Must investigate. As I got closer, more wonders appeared. I had not expected to see ice boats today, but there they were, all lined up for […]

The West Side is the Best Side?

February 6, 2012

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Babs and her west-side neighbors in Blue Heaven are itching for a competition, and have put up a page on Facebook and everything. I think it's a page. Maybe it's an album. Facebook confuses me. Anyway, they claim - well, what the title says. I await further developments.

Clearly cold

February 5, 2012

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Katherine writes: Woke up to a skim of ice on the lake this morning—which by now is yesterday morning, as I am behind on pretty much everything. You will notice that there are no fishing shanties at all. There has been no Daugherty Johnson snow sculpture this winter either. Unsettling, that's what it is.