Red Cedar
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Tag: Writing
Post #3311: Notes from my future self
I keep thinking that after so many colds in the last few months—plus Covid in the spring—I must be immune to whatever is currently going around. Alas, this has not been true. I’ve come down with my third cold since July, picked up somewhere… Continue Reading “Post #3311: Notes from my future self”
Post #3310: Serious thinking
I had a meeting with someone in a somewhat job adjacent field last week. He was young, maybe only 28 or so, but knew what he was talking about, and took himself very seriously. Not in an imperious/obnoxious way, but in the way of… Continue Reading “Post #3310: Serious thinking”
Post #3307: Crossroads
I had a very busy weekend, and somehow managed to take no photos of any of it – so I’m leading this morning with a photo taken down the road from our cabin in October. Between the yellows of autumn and the first frosts… Continue Reading “Post #3307: Crossroads”
Post #3305: What next?
The last few days have been a blur of house guests and a weekend-long community event that took over the arts hall with the textile/social/art event Refugia. I’m so grateful for the day off work today to recover from it all and nurse the… Continue Reading “Post #3305: What next?”
Post # 3303: Playing a new fiddle
I’ve spent the past month purchasing a new violin — a process that moved much faster than I expected when I first started looking at the end of the summer. Though I’ve played on and off for most of my life (starting at the… Continue Reading “Post # 3303: Playing a new fiddle”
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