royal

A woman and a typewriter walk into a bar . . . I was in the middle of writing a post about handling emergencies at the cabin when I got distracted by a typewriter. At home, I’ve established a nightly habit of typing a single page on a manual typewriter. It’s a physical act as … More royal

color, movement, light

I’m sitting in the Seattle airport watching a circus of baggage wagons, maintenance vehicles, and security personnel trying to corral a big black dog that’s running loose on the tarmac. The dog is dodging these golf cart cowboys at a full gallop, and folks are shooting video out the window. This could hardly be further from the quiet place … More color, movement, light

yielding

We’re delaying our trip to the cabin for a day because thunderstorms have appeared in tomorrow’s forecast. Thunderstorms and helicopters don’t mix. Also, there would be the matter of lugging 1200 pounds of stuff up to the cabin in a rainstorm. We decided to wait it out here in the comfort of Fairbanks and try again on Thursday. I also … More yielding

the last leg

I thought about calling this post “without a leg,” because I’ve been feeling that way — nothing solid to stand on — since I got off the ferry three days ago. Friday night was particularly bad. The ground seemed to rise up and drop away with every step, and I had to hold on to … More the last leg