Monday, May 8, 2017

May 8

This is one of my favorite photos from Costa Rica. It's the entrance to Las Vueltas Lodge where we stayed for about a week last December, visiting friends. It's beautiful there. And colder than one might expect. And warmer by the fire. And magical.

And the weather isn't predictable. Nothing is. It's wild. In the best possible way.

It's a miraculous growing space. Promptly after we arrived home, we started a compost pile. 
In winter. And planned out the garden. Powerful stuff.

It's also tropical and warm and sunny. It's everything at once.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

April 25

Read some writing advice recently to "write what you want to read" and I thought, "surely not". Because how would you absorb the winding path that is the things I want to read?

Then again, here's what I have been reading and checking out lately. It's not the stack of library books I returned at the eleventh hour, I can tell you that. Although Harry Potter and The Cursed Child was a trip in the best possible way and worth the fine!

Instead, the links I linger on seem to be focused on running. Mostly because I've been running more. For the first time in a long time, I ran over the winter. Like, outside. This sounds crazy, even during a mild winter like we had this year. And it wasn't much - just Saturdays and some weight/yoga/crossfit classes on Tuesdays, part of a Fleet Feet Davenport Winter Warriors training program I joined with friends. I missed some thanks to a fabulous sinus infection and various, but I did run while we were in Florida for a week.

Spring returned and with it, the 5K races. The first one was on St. Patrick's Day weekend. I'd been running 3 miles most Saturdays and thought nothing of it. I waved my friends on - "see you at the end!" - and while I knew I'd been running a bit faster, I didn't expect to finish the race much differently than any other year. That is to say, slowly.

But then, I finished. And got my ticket. Where it said I had a 11.23 min. split. And I thought, "holy shit." Because about a year ago, I was rocking a 13.5 minute mile pretty hardcore. And that was on a good day.

So, here we are. I'm running with people now, which is a totally new experience. I even do drills and crossfit-y stuff from time to time. I also have new aches and pains - the bonus of any healthy stunt. And a new stretching regimen, courtesy of my sister and niece.

It's neat.

Running links: Sara, a certified running pro person, writes a blog and enewsletter which comes along every now and then with some good advice, and excellent links to send you to new places in the internets. The enewsletter called Huffing and Puffin. And there's a picture of a puffin. Love. Lauren's a retired pro runner person who has some informative stuff on her blog about running, naturally, but life in general.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

The magic in every day

Hi there.

Today I'm finding, per Carol, the magic in every day.

Today I had fabulous customer service from the local AAA - couldn't be fixed, but they gave it the college try. Maybe even the graduate try. In the 32-degree cold.

River City Tire called when my car didn't show up right away - wanted to know if everything was okay. Called back to make sure they had it right about the problem.

Duluth Trading Co. was willing to send me a second order - for free - when the post office lost my order. Order was found - no worries, they said. Just send the second one back. Trust. 

Went to Crossfit tonight and was not super happy about it. Kept hearing Phil say, come on, team! Part of a team? At Crossfit? Yep. Caring. 

What does this show? It's people who matter. People who care. As Maria of Northern Star fame said so long ago, you've got to take care of your people. I think if we keep taking care of our people, we'll be okay.

We are one of many on a planet of billions in a galaxy of amazement and stars. We aren't going anywhere. We're here for the long haul.

Go forth, folks, and care for your peeps.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Risotto over the fire... in print (!)

Hi there.

Today's blog is not on this blog. It's over here, on the Radish website. There's also a lovely print copy of the Radish at a Quad-Cities magazine rack near you.

Enjoy! :)

Monday, January 23, 2017

November books

The remainder of 2016 proved to be tough, but we got through it. In December, we ended up in Costa Rica. More on that later. :) But before all that, there were books.

All the books.

Naturally, there's another pile for December, and some for early January when I was dealing with post-trip bronchitis/sinus infection/the plague. But that might be too much for one go. Let's start with November first, shall we? 

House of Hawthorne, by Erika Robuck: If you liked anything you had to read in high school - Little Women, The Scarlet Letter, Walden, etc. - you'll be intrigued by this book. It centers on the relationship of Nathaniel Hawthorne of Scarlet Letter fame and his wife, artist Sophia Peabody, who were good buddies with the Alcotts, Emersons, Thoreau and others. Less on drama, the plot observes the couple in their daily life, their challenges and successes, and their view of how to live. Lots of tidbits in here. One can almost see the dusty desks, fireplace and surrounding plant life that both inspired and ebbed away. Excellent read.

The Kitchen House, by Kathleen Grissom: We start with Lavinia, an Irish orphan who can't remember much of her terrifying journey that led her to being a slave at a Southern plantation, and from there the cast of characters is plentiful and varied. Troubles are many at this house, and sometimes just when you see a potential escape, the victims and survivors seem to go the opposite direction. Lavinia's path is where many twists occur, from moving to the kitchen to learning from the white family, to a nearly destructive end. Not, however, the one you think. Educational, and worth reading to the end, particularly the note from the author.

Deadlocked, by Charlaine Harris: Picked this up for a quarter at the library book sale. Eh. It was the usual - vampires, love issues, Sookie has to clean up another mess for someone. A good little brain candy break. If you liked the True Blood series, all these are worth a read.

It Didn't Start with You, by Mark Wolynn: Whoa. This book basically states that if you're having some kind of trauma or sickness, you might take a gander into your family history and see who else had some issues at the same age or time. Super interesting concept, and it got me curious enough to dig out the ancestry pages. For instance, one example was a guy who always felt cold at a certain time at night, and was horribly depressed. Turns out his uncle had died freezing to death. Had to take it back before I was entirely done, but I think this might be a book to buy. 

Belgravia, by Julian Fellowes: Do you miss Downton Abbey? Feel like you lost a friend? Then Belgravia is here to help you through this terrible time. Another family, another mass of drama polished with the thin veneer of Victorian manners and society. Of course, it's excellent. And the ending is almost as fabulous as Mary and Matthew in the snow. Almost. Go to, darling, and don't forget the sherry. 

Star Wars Aftermath, Life Debt, by Chuck Wendig: Up in the top shelf of my childhood bedroom are a stack of Star Wars books that my sisters owned and I never read. Fast-forward to today, and the nerdist in me is strong, especially with the most recent movies. However, I have never read the books. This was an attempt to right that wrong, but sadly, I didn't get through hardly any of it before it was due. More research to come, there is. 

The Water's Edge, by Sara Gruen: This is a slow starter, and you begin to wonder if this chick will ever get off her ass, and then she does, and watch out! It takes place during the war, which brings a unique perspective to the plot - imagine learning about the atrocities of WWII from the newspaper? I'd never thought about how that must have been. There's your typical rogues as well as very good people, and the interaction of decisions in between. Really quite liked the ending, and I re-read it almost as soon as I finished.

Day Shift and Midnight Crossroad, by Charlaine Harris: Ugh, I kind of hate myself, but these are the continuation of brain candy I promised back in October. It's a series, I found, and the correct order to read them in is Midnight Crossroad, Day Shift and Night Shift, and of course it's going to be a TV show. Is the plot genius? No. Is the writing beyond all things? Nope. But it's an easy read and kind of fun and interesting and hey, there's a witch, a very verbose cat, a vampire, a mind-reader, angels and werewolves. You know, the kind of tight-knit neighborhood everyone dreams of. Enjoy! (No, I don't know when the next one is coming out. Yes, I checked. *facepalm)

The Outlander Kitchen, by Theresa Carle-Sanders and Diana Gabaldon: Surely I've mentioned the Outlander series here? The one that takes over your life and steals the hours away, page after 700 pages? Well, this is the cookbook to take those dreams into the reality of your kitchen, albeit without the time travel and the hot Scottish guys or whatever floats your boat. And, there's a recipe index online. I made the apple pie, I think? And something else. All excellent. Although, I'd buy this one. Better to get apple pie filling on your own book rather than trying to clean the library's copy. Not that I have any experience with such things.

As I say, I have more for December - might be that I'll combine that with January. We'll just call it winter books. I still have some January and plenty of winter left, by my watch. So, we shall see. Oh, and Costa Rica. Right! I will get on that. So, there you have, plenty to read and more on the way. See you then!

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

August, maybe some September, books

Well, we're back, like just waking up from a long sleepless night. Clearly, it was spent reading.

Let's just get it out of the way - I didn't finish several of these books. It's like confession - feels better to be upfront about it. So here we go:

Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold, by C.S. Lewis: Love this guy. Made it maybe past the fifth page. What can I tell you. Nothing. Because it's like I didn't even try. Honestly, it was right after I was trying to read Chaucer because a friend is teaching a class on it, and I never read it, and good lord, it's like a horse pill if you pick it up on the wrong day, so then I picked this up and.... Urghh.

At the Edge of the Orchard, by Tracy Chevalier: First off, huge fan. Loved the Unicorn one she wrote. This one was harder for me to get into. I got partway through. Let's face it - maybe I just didn't want to know what happened? Maybe later. Will put it on the list. I'm sure it's great. *facepalm

All the Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr: Wild acclaim! Best novel ever! But, sadly, massively depressing, and according to my book club, it got even more so after I abandoned it, so... perhaps it's just better this way. However, the writing is tremendous. Just excellent imagery, and allegory and vocabulary usage. All excellent. Worth picking up! Bring tissues. Side note: apparently Kristin Hannah wrote a book on the similar topic, The Nightengale. I've heard recommendations to read both. I could make a claim that I will, but I think we all know the truth here... let me know how it is...

A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Austere Academy, by Lemony Snicket: Yep, escaped back into the kid's section again. Didn't finish this one - what is it with the wildly depressing books this month - but it started out strong! I did finish the first one in the series, which you'll see there camped out at No. 2 in the stack. Did you hear they are coming out with a movie? Super curious at how they are planning to pull that off!

The Ultimate Bicycle Owner's Manual: The Universal Guide to Bikes, Riding, and Everything for Beginner and Seasoned Cyclists, by Eben Weiss: I'm not sure what possessed me to pick this up. Full disclosure - the bike I own was free. It's an orange beach bike with a couch-like seat, five dubious speeds and touring handles, which currently sports flat tires and let's face it, a missing basket. However, I'm appreciative those two times a year I break it out and take it for a 10-mile spin (cough). That said, I have dreams that I own a Trek and ride it like the wind. Miracles happen. This book is hilarious. Eben is great, and he makes you think you could not only own said Trek, but in fact fix it and have educated conversations at bike shops. Well, certain bike shops. He understands there are different types of bike shops. Anyway, it's great. Give it a go. And for pete's sake, don't lease a Subaru. (Book joke.)

The first phone call to Heaven: A Novel, by Mitch Albom: Is there anything this guy writes that isn't great? This is a fast read - also, it has an unexpected ending. And like most of Albom's books, it makes you really think. I found myself pondering this long after I put it down. Basically, it starts with a phone call to a woman... from a relative who is dead. The story moves in way you can't imagine from there.

Night Shift, Charlaine Harris: She of the Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood books. I picked this up on a whim, looking for (apparently) some brain junk food, and I hit the motherload. Witches, vampires, werewolves, intrigue - check. Set your mind to Easy, and sit down with some candy for a real Halloween treat. Fyi, went looking for more when this was done, and sure enough, I found it. Will update you next time!

I saved the best for last. Get ready.

Rise of the Rocket Girls: The Women Who Propelled Us, from Missiles to the Moon to Mars, by Nathalia Holt: Folks, get yourself to the library, or better yet, just buy this one. Give it to your sisters, nieces, daughters, aunts and anyone. This book, written by a science writer with a Ph.D. (!), is excellent. Ever wondered where they came up with the word "computer"? From the women who computed the earliest math for rocket propulsion. Ever wondered how we got to space, or how long that took? It's in here. This is the real battle not only for science, but for women in science, and the rise of mechanical computers in that journey. From the earliest testing of rockets in the desert to the launches into outer space - made while we were doing calculations by hand, by the way - this is truly a work of art in revealing the geniuses behind the curtain. I was blown away, no pun intended, that I didn't know these things before. This is what science education looks like, folks. Get yourself some.

And there it is. Much more for the September-October stack, which is currently due at the library any second. See you next time!

Thursday, October 13, 2016


We have a lot of yarn now. It came from my dad's house.
It was Bonnie's. She died about a month and a half ago now.

She was so many things, and did so many things. She had a life well-lived.
And, she was fearless. We were in France, and she admired the coffee cups we were using in a restaurant. She said, I think I'll see if he would give some to me, and I laughed.

Guess who got the coffee cups.

We all went to Ireland several years back. We ended up sitting next to a family in a bar in Limerick. The father and daughter were at the head of the table, drinking and telling stories. They were there post-funeral, they told us, and they were singing songs and crying and sharing memories. They brought us in and we laughed and cried with them. I kept thinking about that night when we were having dinner after Bonnie's service.

She framed a picture of a cat I did freehand so long ago. She put it up right next to all the other art in the house, done by real live professionals. 

It felt weird to write another blog post without saying something about this. So, instead, I'm crocheting my fingers off. And reading library books. And taking a course. And drinking wine. And so on. More later.