Author Archives: canoelover

“Cat” by Cordelia Sitting through a challenging sermon can be excruciating. Note I prefer to use the word challenging rather than boring. It’s just that sometimes you aren’t in the mood to hear someone talk about what someone else wrote … Continue reading →

Canoelover, April 13, 1963. Note the drool. Once every 212.35 days, we have a Friday the Thirteenth. This means I have lived through and survived approximately 75 or so Friday the Thirteenths. The most important one, however, was the first … Continue reading →

Missing from canoelover’s possession: One (1) iPod. No Red Hot Chili Peppers. One (1) Olympus digital camera. More scratched up than this one. One (1) brain. Responds to…well…not sure about what it responds to. These items are not lost, per … Continue reading →

Wife 1.1 celebrated her 45th birthday last Saturday. I gotta say she looks pretty dang good for 35. As a gift to her, Wisconsin gave her a 67 degree day, sunny with a few puffy clouds just for accent. May … Continue reading →

“Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without.” -Thoreau Continue reading →

There are few things that are more aggravating than writing a detailed blog post about the Coleman lantern and having it get sucked into the black hole that is cyberspace. It was a pretty good post. Trust me, it was … Continue reading →

It is a wonderful thing to wake up next to your best friend, even if her hair looks like Medusa. Half a can of hairspray can make big hair very scary, especially if you go to bed late. When Wife … Continue reading →

It was an eagle-eyed Canoelover Jr. who first spotted her. She had built a lovely web between our downspout and a juniper a full six feet away. The strands of silk that connected the downspout to the juniper were thick … Continue reading →

I don’t know who this is. But I like him/her already. Respectfully submitted, Canoelover

This is my office. It’s not the office I work in the most, but I am working in it right now. Okay, not right now, but I am writing, and this is, without a doubt, my favorite place to move … Continue reading →