From the category archives:
There’s a kitten under the deck. Probably about threetyfour months old.
He (we decided it’s a he) is incredibly skittish. I put cat food in a bowl yesterday and then stood on the deck behind him, 12 feet away. After about two minutes, he crept out to eat the food. When he saw me, he ran [...]
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Kayso, I only have time to post a couple of pictures of the cabin, in and out, because I’m hurrying to meet a deadline for work.
Out:
That is not, although it certainly looks like it could be, an outhouse immediately outside the front door. It’s a wind/snow break, we think, that used to be all cute [...]
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I used to think that wind was just something that blew leaves off trees and made me put my hair in a ponytail to keep it out of my face.
Oh no. Wind is a tool.
You work with it, or it works you over.
For instance, this is the kind of jumping I’ve been doing since last [...]
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I decided not to wait on arranging the Next Fun Thing.
So, in early January, I’m going back to the wind tunnel in Denver. You know, the one where I first tried to learn how to float on air.
This past summer, the crew from Skyventure Colorado came out to the boogie at Skydive Oregon, and they [...]
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Amy, Cherry, and I went kayaking again on Saturday. We went 12 miles down the Willamette River.
We remained fully clothed. Except for the one part where we were on the shore skipping stones, and Amy picked up something with the heft and geometry of a brick, and I said, “If you skip that, I’ll drop [...]
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Why do we love the things we do?
Saturday’s sky was big and blue. I jumped out of a plane and practiced turning from side to side.
Definitely in the red zone on the Fun-o-meter.
I’ve done lots of things that have been fun before. But nothing that fills me so completely. For reasons I can’t begin to [...]
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Infinite Jest was published in 2005 1996* and gained a lot of notoriety for being a new kind of literature. And also really long.
Extremely long.
1079 pages’ worth.
I read an article in the New Yorker about David Foster Wallace, and he sounded like a crazy person who might write interesting things, so I bought the book [...]
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Then I got back on a plane and went to see my mother.
She lives far away from me. And I get out there about once a year. So, every time I see her, it’s kind of a surprise.
For me.
The surprise is seeing what’s gotten a little–or a lot–harder for her in the last 12 months.
This time, [...]
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Staying out until 1:30 in the morning. TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW.
And then getting up at 7:20 to catch a plane.
But, boy oh boy, was the slumber party fun!
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Last year, the dentist we loved sold her practice. We were all sad.
The new guy is nice enough. But, three months ago, he told me I needed a crown. I didn’t schedule the appointment, because a) the dentist we loved never mentioned anything about it and b) there’s a new sign in the office window.
NEED CASH NOW. [...]
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