Insider Look at Auction Sales

Last winter, a local lamented about all the stuff in his house. With a sigh he said, At least my auction sale will be a good one. Now, I love the words auction and sale, and when I hear them together my toes start tingling. Auction sale? When? Where? What? You know, when I die and…

The Small Town Yard Sale

In many small towns, yard sales are a colossal event, providing something to do on Saturday mornings and giving locals a place to shop locally for things that require a 70-mile drive to a bigger town. While living in Wyoming, I looked forward to May when flowers and yard sales bloomed. After collecting addresses all…

A New Year!

A few days ago, I drove through the Sheyenne River valley. Trees stood fully naked, the last leaves blowing down valley on an icy thermal. Birds are long gone, although it seems like yesterday a few stragglers remained. I wait for the first flakes of sn, sn, sn, SNOW, which could fall any moment. The early…

Fun at Youth Camp

The last few days I explored another section of North Dakota. I was at a youth camp on the Sheyenne River, which flows into the Red River. The Red River creates the border between ND and MN, flows north, into Lake Winnipeg, and often floods (Grand Forks in 1997, and Fargo several times since). In…

There is a Word for THAT?

I leave soon for youth camp. Does life get any better: my paid employment includes spending a few days in a peaceful setting with creative young people? I should be packing and getting Tango ready for his stay at Don’s house–the bachelor pad. I reach out to close the laptop and a word bores into…

Wind-Whipped Wednesday

Sometimes my new writing prompt book irritates me because of its sophomoric prompt ideas; other times it makes me laugh; and every so often I find something to write about, aside from making fun of the book. The book and I have a complicated relationship that I do not understand. Regardless, I receive delightful, quirky…

Tweety Bird Tuesday

My blogs posts bore me lately. I try to imagine my faithful readers hanging on through the drought. In a desperate moment I search for a book of writing prompts. However, the book I choose generates only some great laughs as I develop sarcastic replies to the goofy prompts. More of that: Prompt #807: Imagine…

Meaningless Monday : )

I love blogging/journaling; however, sometimes I bore myself. What is left to say about the trauma of turning 60, the joys of small town living, the beauty of a solitary Saturday morning, or the loyal companionship of my dog? I have revealed my camping secrets, shared photos of my garden bounty, and reported endlessly on…

Saturday Morning Oatmeal

I contrast then and now. Saturday morning chaos of chores, now Saturday morning leisure. At one time, dashing to standing room only grocery store, then soccer game, then Taco bell for nourishment; today sleeping late, wandering around the back yard with my dog, then oatmeal with bananas and protein powder. My son’s pile of laundry…

What’s New in Small Campers

Some day, when I can wander at will, I will attend the Pomona RV show in Southern California. In the meantime, I can only drool over the new campers as I read accounts written by others. Here is a great article from roadtreking.com: SNIFFING IN THE ODD CORNERS OF THE POMONA RV SHOW OCTOBER 15,…