Girls’ weekend, part two

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of sleet hitting the roof outside of my window, and snuggled deeper into the pillow I brought from home. In the morning we packed up the little white dog and headed to Grand Marais for some hiking over miles of icy paths that were covered with fresh snow. As we finished our two-hour hike the snow began again. It was wet and heavy and came down in clumps. Continue Reading

Girls’ weekend, part one

Hurling down 35W from the Twin Cities toward Duluth, through Duluth, past Duluth and on to Lutsen, my girlfriend K and I talked food. We talked about where we’d stop for a late lunch. We talked about what we’d be eating Saturday night at the Lutsen Resort Spring Wine Weekend. We talked about the groceries and wine packed in the trunk. It is good to have a bestie who not only understands your favorite obsession, but shares it. Continue Reading

Cat blogging: Orson comes home

T turned 40 this year. He admitted he was feeling a sense of … well, midlife angst. I wondered how he would deal with it. Would he find a girlfriend? A sports car? Golf? Around that time we visited our local Chuck and Don’s which is where we buy Oskar’s food (elderly Olive is on a prescribed diet) and T fell in love with an orange tabby. “He’d be a perfect playmate for Oskar!” Continue Reading

Shoes in the city

So Sarah Jessica Parker is having foot problems. Spending 18-hour days in five-inch Manolo Blahniks during Sex and the City wasn’t the problem. No, what really hurt SJP was a more recent movie shoot that had her donning cheap footwear. Realistically, explained SJP, my character wouldn’t have worn really good (a.k.a. expensive) shoes. Apparently reality matters when it comes to wardrobe selection and compelling character development. Continue Reading

Dinkytown progress and House of Hanson

On any given night there were six or seven of us in the second floor walk-up on 8th Street SE. The landlord advised that the attic wasn’t up to code and not intended as a sleeping unit, but it was freshly painted and he didn’t object when he discovered two of my roommates using the space as their bedroom. I was a freshman at the University of Minnesota and I felt as grown up as I ever did before or since. For $127.50 a month I had my own space in a drafty room between the kitchen and living room. We had a tiny square television, the size of a shoe box and the weight of an anvil, and we positioned it between a battered old couch and a garage sale La-Z-Boy. Nobody ever sat on the couch. The springs were loose and the long wires occasionally cut my legs when I walked past. Continue Reading