I came out of my house yesterday with two dogs and a big “For Rent” sign. The dogs, knowing they were on their way to the dog park, streaked to the car and jumped and panted at the backseat door. I opened the door and they leaped in, wild to get going. (Is there anything … Continue reading Looking for a Home
It’s May, and spring – sort of – in Minneapolis. Is it spring yet in other places? This has been the year of the endless winter, here in the north country, where it kept snowing right up until the end of April, and the screen windows just went on three days ago, at least in … Continue reading New Books
I love books of all kinds and always have, going back to kindergarten, when I would sit in the book corner (once I brought a frog to school and he (she? how do you tell with a frog?) got loose and leapt nimbly from shelf to shelf) and open up the big new picture books … Continue reading I Love Photo Books
I’m spending the day going through the ratpile that is my office. It stands in marked contrast to the orderly rest of the house. A psychologist would probably find this marked contrast interesting, but we won’t go there. In the many piles of papers and books are journals from the few years I kept one, … Continue reading I'll See You in Heaven
That your nose hairs freeze the second you walk outside. That you cough uncontrollably the second you walk outside. That your booted, double-socked toes are continually stubbed as you kick repeatedly at frozen dog turds while on poop patrol. That you have to hunch down to the level of the steering wheel in order to … Continue reading A few of the things that are difficult when you live in a place where it's -11 degrees at 9:25 a.m.
Do I love weekend breakfasts? Yes. Huge greasy weekend late morning/early afternoon breakfasts of eggs and pancakes and bacon and toast and coffee? Yes. Do I live in Minneapolis? Yes. Have I lived here for twenty years? Yes. Had I ever been to the Band Box Diner, at 729 S. Tenth St. in Minneapolis? Not … Continue reading The Band Box Diner in Minneapolis, Minnesota
Praise to the airport dog park. Praise to its winter marsh and blue snow and wide white slopes. Praise to its dark branches reaching skyward. Praise to the roaring birds of jets, ascending and alighting. Praise to the large woman with the high fretting voice, calling her dogs over and over, calling them that they, … Continue reading Praise to the Airport Dog Park