I spend most of Thursday immersed in theological studies. A headache sets in after long hours spent with text. I decide to take a break, by stretching out on the sofa and listening to my Audible version of the book The Old Way: A Journey on Foot, by Robert MacFarlane. The book is about MacFarlane’s adventures…
This morning I put the ripe tomatoes in the crock pot; they will simmer all day (most of the time with the lid off) and become fresh tomato soup after strained. At lunch, I ran out to the garden to get the remaining produce. The photo below shows (from left, back row) zucchini, eggplant, green…
When I finally got into the garden I was surprised to find ripe tomatoes. I had watched the plants for signs of red as I drove down the alley the last few weeks, but nothing. It turns out, the ripening tomatoes were on the west-facing side of the plants, where it is warm and sunny.…
Once before I resented getting older, in the midlife crises of middle age. This time, as I approach 60, the resentment is deeper, more substantial. Scores of irreversible changes are etched on my soul: the old home vacant , friends gone, body softened, Dad dead, dog graying. Truth also weighs me down. This is not…
To my surprise, rain fell all Sunday night and through the next morning. I stayed inside the camper, but did not have any charge left on my computer or Kindle. I anticipated this, so when I was home for work on Sunday, I packed up some print books (wildlife photography, Henri Nouwen) and a notebook.…
It worked! I went to sleep in the camper Saturday night and woke up Sunday morning at 5 AM, leaving plenty of time to go home, clean up, and get to work at 9:30 AM The night was warm, requiring only one sleeping bag. When I awoke the world was still dark. I stared out…
It was only a matter of time before I set up camp at the local reservoir, on a work night, with every intention of working out here Saturday, coming in for church Sunday morning, then coming back out Sunday afternoon for my days off. It came down like this: Thursday night I missed the full…
Every now and then I go on a date. However, there are no “first date” restaurants in Wheatland. It is okay to stay here for a second date, say, for a pizza and beer. On a third date, the local diner will do, especially on Mexican Monday. It is the selection of a first date…
Like most boomers, I grew up on pot roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, and jello. During my college years in Arizona I learned to love Mexican food, and while living in California I learned to drink wine and cook gourmet foods. During a visit to Italy I discovered real Italian food. Along the way, I…
Janesjournals roving reporter is still in Fort Collins, now in search of the human side of the flood. I did not have to go far. At the breakfast bar in my hotel I met several people who were evacuated from flood areas. This is a pet friendly hotel so the evacuees are able to stay…