Who are They? What is the it they have named Rock, and why?
I have no idea now, but at some point in my recent past it was a statement worth scribbling down and tucking into my notebook. And with some import it seems, being written all on its own, on an otherwise blank piece of paper. Continue reading “They’re Calling it a Rock”
Over here in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul, March came in like a lamb and it’s going out like a lion. Of course, I’ve already cleaned and stored away my down coat, quilted bibs, and other cold weather gear. Rather than have to wash them again, I’m making do with multiple layers of spring and summer clothes until the last frosty lion of her pride has sauntered north. Continue reading Because of Winter
I’ve arrived in St. Paul and settled into the place I’ll be working in this winter. A sweet, single family home that needs a little rest and recuperation before taking on the job of rental unit in the spring. Continue reading Surfing the Flux aka Living My Schtick
In a small-town suburb of St. Paul, Minnesota, on a hot and sweaty day in July of 2006, I suffered a severe electrical shock. It was the kind that froze me in place, mid-action, my eyes staring down at the tangle of brightly lit holiday lights clutched in my hands. Continue reading From Then On
A short time ago, while fixing a roll-out cupboard, I found an unopened tin of powered, dark chocolate lost in the shadows of the ‘way-back’. Just a few feet away, in the refrigerator, sat a hunk of Manchego cheese my cousin had brought home that very same week and, there I was in a kitchen with a stove. Call it serendipity. Call it destiny. I was not going to let this moment of culinary kismet pass without attempting to make a candy, Continue reading Dark Chocolate, Manchego Fudge
Even though I’d fixed the spark plug wire on Bruno and it seemed to be running better, it’s not. Yesterday, I was left with one more inexpensive fix to try.
I got in my car this morning with the intention to drive it another 40 miles around town, to reach the magic goal of pushing 100 miles worth of gas through my injectors to prove or remove a fuel clog. Continue reading Good-Bye Little Buddy
Back to the beautiful magic, and dampish reality, of living in a forest.
The balance of delight and displeasure is concise amongst the trees. For the ever-present mosquitoes hovering within inches of my skin, my eyes are dazzled by thousands of fireflies Continue reading Life in the Wood
What happened to July? (Was actually pretty awesome.)
I feel like I went under water somewhere about mid-June-ish and am finally breaking back up through the surface. I’m a little out of breath but I am no worse for the dunking. Happily, where I used to be treading water I am now actually swimming. Continue reading The Under Toad*
Back to van life, with just a few adjustments. The most exciting being a change in my snoozing situation.
For these last six months, I’ve had the good fortune to sleep on a most comfy bed I inherited from a friend. Upon it I’ve enjoyed a sweet night’s sleep and some lovely naps. It’s one of those ‘just right’ things. The problem: the mattress width is 38 inches and the van bed space is 26. Continue reading Catheryn-stein’s Mattress
Today I was that loose woman who gardens anywhere she feels like it.
I missed my bus this morning and walked, just under two miles, to the post office in downtown St. Paul. Lovely day for a stroll and no where special to be at any particular time, so why not. Continue reading Gardener on Errands