A map of Wisconsin with Door Peninsula in red. Minneapolis is my home city, but HOME is Door County, WI. Not a city but a peninsula of small towns and preserved woods, surrounded by Lake Michigan. The picture featured on the blog is a arial view of Sturgeon Bay, one of the largest small towns … Continue reading HOME

 I got the jab, 9 weeks ago in Australia.  It was AstraZeneca, the only vaccine then available in Australia. I wanted to be vaccinated before I caught my flight to the USA. We stopped by the local Clinic, they said, “The vaccine will be available after Easter break.” We called after Easter, still no vaccine.  Some friends … Continue reading The Jab

The sun was just beginning to rise, and clouds loomed over the city of Los Angeles, I put on a highly rated mask for the rest of my trip. It was not comfortable. The plane landed in LAX I got off and went through customs without a hitch. I'd rested during the long 12.5 hour … Continue reading The Last Leg Home

It will be Friday for two days as I fly into the past. What a rigamarole I went through to board the plane. First before anything I had to show my covid free test result paper. "Why does it say, the 26th and the 27th?" The polite masked gate keeper asked. “I was tested on … Continue reading Leaving Fortress Australia

As soon as Covid was under control in Queensland. I mean really under control, no community transmission, people living in Queensland were encouraged to be tourists in their home state. I got plane reservations on Jet Star and reserved a camper van through Cruisin Motor Homes in Cairns. I did not get insurance, since we … Continue reading North Queensland Camping

One quarter of the mammals in Australia are microbats They are rarely seen. Small creatures about the size of one's thumb fly about in the night sky eating insects and not bothering people. Many of them roust in tree hollows which humans often cut down, not wanting a hollowed tree to fall on their heads. … Continue reading Bats and Sugar Gliders

            I’m a gardener, and I love plants and houseplants, but not all are good. Any plant growing in the wrong place is a weed. Some plants are worse than weeds, invaders displace and kill all others. Some invasives are worse than others and need to be outlawed in places where their escape leads to the … Continue reading Trad

I sit on old logs slowly becoming soul to nourish future generations. "Don’t grieve for us we will be here long after your passing, "they say to me "The dinosaurs were here They transformed into birds and flew away" "What will become of me and my children? " I asked clinging towards a future unknown. … Continue reading Listening to Old Logs