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Wave Without A Shore

We are breaking in (I hope that's not prophetic) the garden with a party Friday night, and Sunday afternoon, which will be a sort of mini-convention, starting tonight with a dinner on the falls. Spokane Falls, that is, which should be very pretty, even in this...

This site is getting larger. And larger. However, there are some shortcuts. 1. scroll up. Way up, above the banner. See that gaudy little triple box in the corner? That is your ruby slipper icon. If you click that, it will take you to the initial display of the page,...

Lynn has been called to the bedside of a seriously ill close friend. This sets the CC timetable off a bit, but we will get there. Hugs to Lynn. Jane and I continue to work on text and art, so some things are moving forward. Jane has her new computer and is preparing...

I found a feather on the drive, a very nice feather contributed by one of the ravens that lives over in the church grounds. I picked it up, deciding our good-luck troll, who collects such things, might have a Spokane raven feather for his collection. Then I thought:...

I've concluded Rusalka is going to have to have a new copyright. I'm changing things. This is a book I always felt could have been better. I was writing it during some very hard years, when I was close to losing both parents: my dad and my mom were alternating in...

Washington soil is stubborn. Put a spade in it and you can hop up and down for an hour on it without penetrating more than half an inch. It's gravel. Glacial till. You can shovel it if you slant your shovel sideways and hack, like somebody shoveling coal on a steam...

So glad to have you aboard!

Took Joan back to the doctor today, and now they want her to go to a lab, which her daughter in law is doing. Jane's meanwhile using fish tubing to connect the fuel injector on her car so she can get to her hair appointment, and her hairdresser apparently had a yen to...