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Something’s up at the Mosquito Hill compound. Details in due time.
All is peaceful. The only sound is the whir of the Coke machine. A window pane rattles as the wind buffets one of the six garage doors. Suddenly, a klaxon blares out. There is a loud CLANG-CLANG-CLANG as the alarm sounds. All across town, men are awakened to the insistent BEEP BEEP of pagers. All […]
After the tree incident last spring, I made plans to move and rebuild the garden railway. I broke ground last fall at the new site, but the weather caught up to me. Today I started by lighting a fire. I have sworn vengeance on that damned pine, one stick at a time. I then went […]
I joke in my About page that I start many more blog posts than I finish. That has never been more true than lately. A few updates: Sebastian We lost Sebastian last month. After over two years of hospice, it finally became apparent that there was nothing more we could reasonably do for him. He […]
Sunday is trash night at Mosquito Hill. As I was loading the cans into the truck this evening, an old friend texted me. Sometimes when life imitates art it is beautiful. Often it’s poetic. I’m not enjoying tonight’s poetry. https://notesfrommosquitohill.com/2009/10/knowing.html Different truck. No stars tonight. Same feeling of dread. Thoughts and prayers for whatever they […]
I have a favorite local coffee shop. It’s an odd little place located at the edge of a river. You have to drive through a marina to get there, and you often have to compete with trailers and grounded cabin cruisers for parking. I would come here more often, but their hours of operation coincide […]
In the spirit of my tagline, here are some random musings on this New Year’s Eve. I didn’t find 2018 especially memorable. This is a good thing. We tend to remember the tragedies. We leave the year one cat poorer. Clarabel wasn’t old but wasn’t young either, and she was taken quickly by cancer. Extended […]
We are almost ready for Christmas, but Hal isn’t quite sure about the train.
Spent the day slinging rocks for the garden railway relocation. It already has a name and a story; now it just needs to be built.