Author: Catherine

morning taken up with mortgage business lunch with Deb and visit Paula at camp then out to Hancock me, the house, the garden one tree showing fall color already peaceful, wistful looking at the...

early mornings at the camp pale gray light delineates the trees still in bed listening to the sounds rooster crowing, must be at a nearby camp maybe on the other side sounds a little...

practiced in the afternoon sounded fine clear as a bell worked on the Office rewrite after 5 when it was quiet got some dinner at the Independent chowder and a wrap back by 7:30...

closing is not happening friday erase all the finallys of optimism reset to the vastness of uncertainty mental tailspin throwing out notions of a future that was so real now recognized as fantasy coasting...

with my sister floating in the lake gazing at the clouds and tree-lined shore carefree and unhurried oblivious to mortgage trouble brewing should have known I’d get a sunburn made a trip to Hancock...

It’s open on weekends! makes sense. People leaving camp, packing out their garbage. Bought a ticket at the Trading Post, $2 a 39-gallon bag. Drove back to camp and filled up the one black...

Finn’s blackened salmon sandwich ordered to go, empty seat at bar, I’ll wait Freddy Fantastic starts a conversation, normally enough he worked in resorts, Australia especially memorable kangaroos hopping in the fields koala bears...