In the spicy mustard salad days of our early courtship, when we still shat indoors and water came from taps, I would travel by train to visit my Native on weekends. On the first or second of these visits, after the compulsory dances of the newly wooed, he offered dinner: …
A few days ago, I was interrupted by a tap at the Jeep’s window while working in the Mobile Office, enjoying the wifi from the hippie soccermom café across the street without suffering the overweening helicopterror of its mothers. Startled by the disruption, I turned to find a coyote dangling …
When it comes to the planting and growing of stuff, I harbor a little bit of a spooky lifey anti-choice fundamentalist nut. (Not that I’d disclose anything about my political positions…) But I spend so much time preparing and starting seeds for the weaker and spindlier seedlings to be chucked …
I first tried to grow melons while still in the moving truck on the way up here. Living as we do does not allow for many impractical hobbies, but the successful growing of melons (an impractical, inefficient addition to the garden) has blossomed into a full-on obsession, full of much …
It wouldn’t be a hard stretch of the brain to imagine Cooter Hollow as some sort of magical place where Cheap Chinese Generators go to die, or at least succumb to our own peculiar style of enhanced interrogation. Historically, when we’ve needed a generator, it’s because the one before it …
I was setting up shop last Saturday to deal with the first real fruits of my ceaseless labor, and while sorting through the endless piles of cucumbers that have harvested, decided to pull out a jar of last year’s pickles to mitigate my guilt. The jar was labeled “10-10-10,” with …
In case you’re wondering why I’m not returning your phone calls these days, here’s a quick tally of what’s going on in the gardens this summer. I plan to post notes in the coming weeks on the status of some of these, if there’s time. For the most part, my …
We recently enjoyed a long, dirt-covered week that bore a vague resemblance to “progress.” Â A means-making job had come through, and the ensuing windfall was just enough to allow us the luxury of an excavator rental. We dug below-the-frostline footer holes for the embuildment of a proper and actual shack …
This is what happens when you get so excited at the thought of no longer cracking your skull open every night on one of the seemingly endless skull-cracking corners endemic to a Cramper, when you get so excited that you just drop your shit. Like that. The nice thing about …
I have so much I want to discuss with you. It has been a maddening week of excavatory literal muckraking, which has left us carrying our avoirdupois in mud every evening. There are stories of something bioluminescent appearing in newly exposed tree roots (Honey Fungus)? There was a mishap with …
