Author: Ginna

Goin’ Down the Road

Much activity since my last big post in March: house-hunting all around northern California, kitchen counters installed (complete with defective sink that spits boiling water droplets back into one’s face), nerve ablations in my twisty spine, massive deaccessioning of long-loved belongings, a garage sale, pottery classes, yet more hours in the dentist’s and periodontist’s chairs, elementary school field trips, the sudden demise of my two-year-old icebox and also of both toilets, and the puzzling together […]

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69

For the past couple months I’ve been drafting my next post, and then deleting everything and starting over. Too much going on for me to capture, and not fun stuff. I’ll get to it. So while we’re waiting, let’s acknowledge the wonder of my birth 69 years ago, with a little ditty. Here’s context: On a trip to Europe before COVID, Molly met a delightful Swiss guy who, on her birthday every year since, has […]

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Mikie

As most of you already know, my dear friend Michael Couzens, husband of my equally dear friend Adi, succumbed on Saturday to lung disease. Losing the ability to breathe must have been terrifying, and losing hope that there might be another path besides imminent death unbearable, but I never once heard Michael complain. He handled the ongoing crisis with grace, with Adi right there with him. I want to post a tribute to him here—just […]

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Gently Down the Stream

I can’t say life is a placid current, floating me tenderly along as I relax and absorb the wonder of the ever-shifting landscapes around me. No, not that. This is like that Class-4 and -5 whitewater trip I took in the wilds of Quebec province, fast and hazardous. We were so busy trying not to smash into rocks or inhale water that there was no time even to notice our surroundings. Things can’t stay this […]

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