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Category: The House
Two Years of Renovation, Two Years of Wonder
Two years ago, today, in a room once the tragic victim of a wallpapering gone horribly wrong, I sat down on the floor—a bucket, wrench, and towel by my side. In front of me a radiator, on my lap, the glorious Youtube Machine. Four minutes […]
Oh, the heights we might attain
When, some few millions of years ago, Morthug (spelling entirely conjectural), gazed disappointed at the tree—now fallen—that he’d often used to reach the top of his favorite sunning rock, it seemed his world would be irrevocably different. When, shortly thereafter, he discovered—much to his glee—that […]
Fall falls
Fall is coming to LaBu. The first sign—really—was the cherry tree leaves, which almost overnight began to turn a light shade of yellow, before gravity and a light still-warm wind scattered them across the grass below. Now, we have a few particularly precocious chestnuts that […]
Metamorphic little bastards
I’ve been gone from LaBu for many months now. And am, now, returning tomorrow night. For what may be a very long time. That wasn’t the plan, but plans are nothing if not metamorphic little bastards. And so. I’m also returning with Charlemagne le Chat. […]
2020: c’est fini
You know how at the beginning of every year, you sit down and make a list of everything you’re going to accomplish and when? And then, you work through that list methodically, checking off each item as you gleefully turn to the next? Yeah. Me […]
Falling into the end of the year
Fall has arrived, but it seems late this year—probably something we all will gradually get used to saying year after year until we simply stop noting the death of the remembered world of the Before Times. In early September the butterflies suffered a mass confusion […]
Wading in to the future
A life closely observed tends to be the goal—whether explicitly so articulated or not—of a well-lived life. We do, after all, only have one chance to savor the wonder that is us and our world. And it is certainly true in the world of words […]
The Work
Arrived on Wednesday to begin The Work. And, as I write this, I’m listening to Bach’s Mass in B minor, which seems appropriate. And drinking a double espresso, which does as well. One of the hamlet’s two resident cats just waddled by (there is no […]