Category: cabin in the woods

  • the five stages of jigsaw puzzling

    James and I have survived five months of sheltering in place and spending 24 hours a day together, minus trips to the grocery store and solo hikes. But will our relationship survive attempting to complete a 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle over a long weekend? Let’s see!

  • a plan for the future

    The one where an introvert dreams of living in a commune.

  • we need to talk about a pressing issue

    Gas. Gut punching, your butthole is Alcatraz and it wants to escape on a handmade raft, hurdy gurdy gas that puts you in a panic because you live in a small house with another human being. A person with whom you still hope to share a little mystery in life. Someone you don’t have an interest in subjecting […]

  • catastrophe jackassery

    bug-out bag: A portable bag that contains essential items to help you survive the first 72 hours of a disaster, whether you shelter in place or head for the hills. Typical items include water, dehydrated food, energy bars, fire-starting tools, first aid kit, hand-crank radio (ideally with a cellphone charger built in), duct tape, hatchet, poncho, etc. Living […]

  • Mill Creek Redwood Preserve

    Mill Creek Redwood Preserve Mill Creek Redwood PreserveBottcher’s Gap Campground

  • Point Sur Lighthouse

    Last night we went on a moonlight tour of Point Sur Lighthouse in Big Sur. They do the nighttime tours once a month or so, to coincide with full moons. You can’t make a reservation. Instead, you park just off Highway 1 on the west (ocean) side of the road near the gated entrance, each […]

  • senses

    SOUND: It’s early and I’m sitting at my desk,  listening to the garbage truck empty our three trash cans. One for yard waste, one for household garbage and one for recyclables. It’s easy to tell when he gets to our recyclables. The clanging of empty wine bottles is enough to wake the neighborhood. Luckily, they’re already […]

  • the view from here

  • like flies on the same turd

    In my ongoing search to find some people for us to drink wine with ’round these parts, I was thinking that maybe I would go to the weekly poetry slam in Monterey (they encourage all sorts of performance, not just poetry). You know, meet some other writers. Maybe we’d have something in common. I disliked them […]

  • thangs is strange in the PG

    – Mexican food. Eating at the bar to avoid the 45-minute wait for a table. Nearing the end of our small basket of chips (these people may not have queso, but their guacamole is the tits), when the guy sitting next to us pushes over his basket. Says he’s done with them. Oh. Thanks? Stranger […]

  • Manifest Destiny’s Child

    Clear cold water crashes against the craggy coast and sprays barking seals lazing on white beaches. Dramatic cliffs drop to sea level, giving way to farmland filled with avocados, strawberries and artichokes.

  • blue skies and bottles of wine

    James and I just returned from a trip to California’s central coast, where we celebrated his birthday and renewed our spirits. We hit San Francisco, Monterey/Pacific Grove and Big Sur. Though those places can often be cold and foggy, we had blue skies and balmy days with brisk, clear nights. Places of interest: de Young […]