Nothing is as it seems–nor is it otherwise. Someone once told me the latter half of that phrase was a Zen koan. I can’t corroborate that. But after spending over…

Crossing the Mississippi! Woke up this morning thinking cold, dark, coffee, bathroom. Snug in my bedding, wedged in with my stuff, I circled mentally until something had to happen.  Janet’s…

Or almost. The vivid and smoke-free skies of yore, yes, but now you can’t swim in Odell Lake, for heaven’s sake. And it had taken me some resolve to decide…

I had to decide if rejuvenation was worth it. Actually for me and for Janet. All winter I saw her parked here at my friend’s house, looking sadly the worse…