People, places, and and the uncommonplace telling stories as they travel with Morganica (Cynthia Morgan) in mind and memory; neighbors, friends, and findings

16 08, 2019

Sushi on the hoof: The tuna trip


OK, so this week's tuna fishing expedition wasn't nearly the Freddy Kreuger-style bloodbath I feared. In fact, it was kinda glorious. Turns out that the Wilderness and I are best buds if it improves the quality of my grub... and tuna "loins"* are about as improving as grub gets. The Resident Carpenter and I set out for Depoe [...]

Sushi on the hoof: The tuna trip2019-08-16T13:49:44-07:00
15 08, 2019

Tuna fish, tuna fish, sing a song of tuna fish


Tuna fish, tuna fish, sing a song of tuna fish Tuna fish, tuna fish, it's a favorite dish Everybody loves it so, from New York to Kokomo Tuna fish, tuna fish, it's a favorite dish (From my first piano lesson songbook) Tomorrow we will find ourselves a seasickeningly 45 miles out in a thousand-foot-deep ocean, looking for tuna. Somebody explain [...]

Tuna fish, tuna fish, sing a song of tuna fish2019-08-16T15:59:10-07:00
11 06, 2019

Gone fishin’


Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish; and when an angler for his dish, through gluttony's vile sin, Attempts, the wretch, to pull thee out, God give thee strength, O gentle trout, to pull the rascal in! ~John Wolcot Despite Mr. Wolcot's prayer, I stayed out of the water. Anyway, Wolcot's words don't really apply to me because I wasn't there [...]

Gone fishin’2019-06-18T15:03:03-07:00
31 05, 2019

A bird in the hand…


This is, apparently, Jeff the cedar waxwing, recovering from threatening a window. For someone who really isn't into The Wilderness, I seem to be encountering a lot of it lately. Last night I sat on a brick planter box for an hour, waiting for the bird in my hand to fly away. Clearly, The God of Adventure thinks [...]

A bird in the hand…2019-05-31T17:30:09-07:00
27 05, 2019

Memorial musings


Willow probably isn't pregnant but has eaten rather too many potato chips... I'm gazing out on the fading rhododendrons and azaleas, the dogwood blossoms and iris, the lush banks of strawberries, the burgeoning berry vines and bushes (not kidding, the blueberry count will hit the THOUSANDS this summer unless the birds get there first, and we're going to [...]

Memorial musings2019-05-27T16:19:18-07:00
9 05, 2019

Spring forth…


Driving into work when the plum blossoms are out...amazing. Holy cow--it's kinda like I've forgotten about this blog, right? My apologies. Building a new non-wheelchair normal and working at a full-time-plus job and investigating neat new technologies AND trying to do art (and and and) eats a giant hole in my 24-hour day, just enough to put blogposts [...]

Spring forth…2019-05-10T12:59:10-07:00
13 02, 2019

Cookie karma


Some of us are born just absolutely stuffed to the gills with winkarma. The rest of us get it doled out out by the God of Adventure, who is one stingy bastard. I used up my winkarma allocation decades ago, on a box of cookies.

Cookie karma2019-02-13T19:33:04-07:00
16 11, 2018

Shrooming: Take a walk on the wild side


"Knock knock!" called the Resident Carpenter through my bedroom door, far too early on a Saturday morning, "Wanna go pick chanterelles?" the wilderness? Where there are bears that rip off your limbs and eat you and angry mooses that run you through with their antlers and army ants that swarm over you until you are a mass [...]

Shrooming: Take a walk on the wild side2018-11-17T10:25:16-07:00
17 10, 2018

William the Conqueror-squirrel comes a-fostering


William the Conqueror-squirrel is now part of a household already enriched by Lola, Nikki, The Resident Carpenter, about a million saltwater denizens of the deep, assorted garden vegetables, and a number of wild critters living (only, I hope) in the backyard. This is the story of a squirrel orphan being rehabbed to the wilderness.

William the Conqueror-squirrel comes a-fostering2018-10-17T14:05:04-07:00
3 07, 2018

Driving out niggling nags


Snuck out of the house early Sunday morning, hobbling downstairs to the garage and deserting the Resident Carpenter, snoring peacefully at the other end of the hall. I slipped into Chiquitita the Porsche, dropped her top, and just ... drove, the niggling nags jacketing me like a cement overcoat: The backyard slugs and moles and coyotes and birds and squirrels [...]

Driving out niggling nags2018-07-03T14:27:10-07:00
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