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It’s 9/11. 20 years later. And somehow we’re living through something even MORE awful. Who could have imagined? That’s all I’m going to say about that. It’s September 11th. Which would indicate that we are fully into fall, and fully past summer, and to that I say, “What? Who punched the FF button on my... Continue Reading →

Sproing

Yikes. Y'ever just feel like the fast forward button is stuck on? It's spring--well, it was spring, until winter came back, but let's not dwell--so that certainly plays a part, unleashing wild rips of energy. I won't lead you to believe that I'm overly productive, but spring has definitely kicked me into a higher gear,... Continue Reading →

The Fita

The fleet of Hondas is expanding. They're kind of taking over the homestead. Back in 2018, when the newly minted adult Rachel was in the market for her first car, she wanted a manual, and then she wanted to learn to drive said manual. We searched and searched, she and I, and happened upon a... Continue Reading →

Dang

It does not bode well that I had to rummage through the annals of the Nexus to remember what my Word for 2020 was. I mean, if we're all being honest here, 2020 has been a bit of a distraction all around. But I couldn't even THINK of it. Even when I TRIED. Peace. That... Continue Reading →

Here we are

I watched The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society again recently. Before the Christmas movie marathons began.* It is still one of my favorite books, Guernesy. And the Netflix movie does it considerable justice, which is more than I can say of most books turned movies. I think I've seen the flick three or... Continue Reading →

No Good Deed…

Gunflint Trail, USA When your 88-year-old friend and his youthful 81-year-old wife reach out to tell you that they've been cooped up in their tiny apartment for seven months, and furthermore there is a decent amount of failing health to contend with and worry over, and that really, all said friend would like is one... Continue Reading →

Catching up, and A Plea

Wow. So I totally left ya' hangin' there. With the COVID. Sincere apologies. We are still alive. Not to worry. Test #2 was still negativo, and not a one of us got sick. Three cheers for masking and distancing and wiping down All The Things! Even if we weren't doing it perfectly, we survived hours... Continue Reading →

The Warm-up

Boundary Waters 2020 Put-In is less than 3 weeks away. It'll be a small party this year, the hubs and I and the youngest two goombahs, Will and Sarah. We'll mostly be covering territory we've traveled before. Nothing overly exciting. I won't even try to express how much I'm looking forward to it. What with... Continue Reading →

Inflammation of the phalanges

We'll call it an incident. I suppose we could call it aging. Or stupidity. But we're going to go with an incident. It started with that damned cardboard. I've always known my fingers were bulls-eyes for arthritis. My childhood is pocked with memories of my mom's engorged knuckles and all the digital calisthenics employed to... Continue Reading →

Point: Krista

In an effort to keep y'all apprised of the mole and mower sitchee-ation... A Brief State of the Homestead Address: In the days following the discovery of the mole invasion whilst atop the crippled lawn mower, progress has been made on many fronts. The girls did some raking early on in the week, and took... Continue Reading →

Another round

The moles are working overtime these days. It is spring, the temporal realm of the mole, and they have--apparently--declared this the year to finally decimate the Ottinger Homestead once and for all. Sound Familiar? Well, sure it does... I went out yesterday, to stomp down the run that I shaved off the day before when... Continue Reading →

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