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  This L. luctuosa has nothing to do with this content, but I hate not having a pretty picture somewhere. This week I have been blessed with some difficulties. I am not the pious, self-flagellating sort, but sometimes a struggle … Continue reading →

Taking advice from Wife 1.2a, I took a day off.  I was going to take a few days off, but the stars were not aligning properly.  Rather than dump the whole idea, I took a day.  I asked Jon if … Continue reading →

Last summer I spent a half hour teaching a young man how to do a low brace turn.  It was some of the best 30 minutes of my summer. Teaching kids (I refused to use the term pedagogy) is a … Continue reading →

One of my favorite ephemerals is the Bloodroot, Sanguinaria canadensis.  If you are familiar with Latin and other romance languages, you’ll see why its genus is related to sangue (Italian), sangre (Spanish), sangue (Portuguese), sang (French), and sânge (Romanian).  If … Continue reading →

Daughter 1.0 walked last Friday.  That means all tuition monies are now diverted to the University of Wisconsin as Wife 1.2a has matriculated.  Graduate school.  I think she just wants to be Wife 1.3. Formal education is a weird thing … Continue reading →

No really… Shaw and Tenney makes some lovely paddles.  They are wonderfully flexible and are made by people who paddle with them.  They are not inexpensive, but they are worth the price, in my opinion.  Full disclosure: I don’t sell … Continue reading →

No.  It’s not.  It’s squatting in my chest like a crack addict in a South Bronx tenement. Coronavirus.  From the Latin corona, meaning “crown,” and virus, meaning “rotten little bastard.” Sniff, Canoelover

Genus Galanthus, the first ones to appear every year. Primavera is not a pasta dish.  At least it wasn’t a pasta dish first.  It’s a great Italian word…it’s fun to say.  It sounds like it should, one of many words … Continue reading →

In a show of true and ardent love for Wife 1.2a,  I drove to Ikea yesterday to get her a new desk and some shelves.  Her little desk was overflowing with detritus, and for the mind of Wife 1.2a, who … Continue reading →

“The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms.”  — Muriel Rukeyser Yesterday I spent the day working at my business.  It was a good day, though I left with as much undone as done.  That’s normal. The problem is … Continue reading →