Category Archives: Mud season

Silencing the Inner Critic

If you are not careful, station KFKD (K-Fucked) will play in your head twenty-four hours a day, nonstop, in stereo. Out of the right speaker in your inner ear will come the endless stream of self-aggrandizement, the recitation of one’s … Continue reading

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Homecoming

My quiet house has been transformed in the course of a couple of weeks between my younger son being here for a week and then Mr. C and Piper arriving for the summer just days later. I was a little … Continue reading

Posted in Mr. C, Mud season, spring | 8 Comments

Memories for Memorial Day

My hands are sore so I’m giving myself a rest from ten hours at a key board this holiday weekend. I’m also attempting to build albums of my pictures, all 12,000 of them. Fortunately 11,000 are terrible and not even … Continue reading

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One Fine Saturday Morning

This week was a little goofy with weird coincidences and frustrating situations but the bright blue sky and almost wind free Saturday made up for all of that. My brain is a little spinny and playing show and tell will … Continue reading

Posted in Mud season, spring, Wild things | 2 Comments

Off Road Adventure at the Yellow House

We have a two-trek road that runs through the property for the adjacent ditch company. It’s a road to nowhere and every once in awhile—to my slack-jawed amazement—people will try to take it through the property to the lake. It … Continue reading

Posted in autumn, Mr. C, Mud season, winter | 5 Comments

Poor Choices

To say I was ill prepared to live in the middle of an often muddy field with a dodgy driveway and an impassable side yard to the “front door” is an understatement. The last day of January this year  was … Continue reading

Posted in Mr. C, Mud season, winter | 5 Comments

The Yellow House Chapter 1

How did I get here? A favor for a friend. That’s how: here’s the first installment of my life with the Yellow House: One weekend last fall, I offered to check on a friend’s house. He was away for an … Continue reading

Posted in at the heart of things, Big Little Town, Dogs, food glorious food, Mr. C, Mud season, Wild things | 7 Comments