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”
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
My deadline for leaving St. Paul was a little squishier than usual. It moved from the middle of May, out to late June, and then back a couple short hops to finally rest on June 9. I’d decided to allow my schedule to be dictated by my list of things I’d wanted done, rather than forcing those things to conform to a set time. Even though the time-line kept changing, it turned out to be a far less stressful thing than trying to manage the other way around. Continue reading On The Move Again
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
Last weekend, I worked at the St. Paul Art Crawl in Lowertown. This is my second vendor event as a tarot reader and my first as an artist.
When I got home yesterday, after helping tear down the shop, I was so spent that I just heaved everything into the middle of the living room floor and left it. As I write, I am surrounded by the tools and materials I’d brought in anticipation of my vending experience. Continue reading Art Crawl Coolness
From a lovely conversation with a guy at a bus stop the other day, I came away with a refreshing way of looking at working and earning money.
The two of us (I never did get his name) were initially standing quietly, watching cars and people make their way along the busy street. After a few moments of silence he opened the conversation by commenting on the hurry and scurry of the Rat Race. Continue reading Money Cookies
Sometimes an egg sandwich is just what the doctor ordered.
I’m sitting here late on Thursday putting to bed another Big Week and trying to wring words from an overly stimulated mind.
Continue reading Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish
Am I preaching to the choir when I talk about how wonderful it is to find a place of humid green and scented color in the middle of a mid-northern winter?
As we head into February, I thought I’d show you what this second month of winter looks like under glass, in St. Paul, Minnesota. Continue reading Time Travel for the Seasonally Impaired