Weekends always seem longer than they are on the calendar. I think back to what I did this weekend: gardening, baking, farmer’s market, park visitor’s center, constructing compost pile fencing, garden festival/fair, and it doesn’t seem possible it fit into…
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Winter War draft part 4
CHAPTER 7 May 15, 1939 Hannu and Eero walked through the woods, spring mud squishing under their boots. Long dusk and the weight of wet leaves dampened sounds and they moved slowly through the forest like wandering moose. Eero…
Lonesome Dove
The greatest TV miniseries…ever? We started watching it last night and it is just as good as I remember, with richly-drawn characters, a fantastic cast, and settings so real you can taste the dust and mesquite. I was shocked to…
Rain and the Joys of Being Inside
Pouring rain here. Pouring. It’s dumping like the city’s bought the five-buck carwash, a hundred-foot tall sign telling the metro area to “PULL FORWARD”. As I’ve mentioned, rain is a blessing in this dry climate, and even when it sounds…
Having a Kid is Like…
…beautiful angelic light from heaven, and the clear ringing of silver bells…ahh screw it. Toddler Harbat bit me last night and I called her a wild dog. She cried, there were hugs and apologies all around, and all was forgiven…
Winter is Our Spring
It takes a little getting used to Southern California weather. You won’t be wearing a big parka or overcoat, and your gloves and scarf will lie forgotten in the closet. Santa Ana winds can blow the humidity right out of…
Winter War Draft part 3
CHAPTER 5 Hannu tucked into his whitefish, a slab of bread thick with butter gripped in his other hand. All was silence and consumption until Eero took a long swig of milk from his blue enameled mug and leaned…
State of Independence
“I’m doing it!” Oh, the days when we thought it would be funny to hear Toddler Harbat that. Sometimes it’s still funny. Sometimes, like when she refuses to get out of the car and slumps on the armrest like a…
Tuh-pay-toe Bugs
I’ve been trying to raise Toddler Harbat as a lover of all things living. This includes little things that scuttle and flutter, blobs that ooze slime as they drag themselves across the sidewalk, and wriggling grubby things in the dirt. …
Growing Up
This weekend Toddler Harbat looked different. Acted different. Was it how she walked, with a forward stride rather than a bow-legged waddle? Is it her clothes that are little girl clothes and not toddler clothes? Maybe it’s how much she…
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