Now that I think about it, I believe we’re the only people on our block who have not bought new cars. There are seven houses on this street; there are about 16 or 17 cars in the various garages. Everyone but us has updated at least once. We’ve lived here …what…6 1/2 years? No new [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Findlay Market’
This Is What You Missed, Mary
Posted in On the Town, tagged Arnold's, Blue Wisp, cars, Findlay Market, Garfield House, Mt. Adams, Ohio Bookstore on September 27, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Don’t Make Me Go Out There
Posted in Findlay Market, tagged Blog, Findlay Market on September 26, 2009 | 1 Comment »
2:03 pm
Good bye from Findlay Market. I did not sit down for a single moment, and my feet hurt.
12:40 pm
So, the cutest guy (named Christopher R*ll…he showed me his driver’s license) just had me sign his book: “To Christopher Roll, the father of Rocken R*ll.” He says his 18-year old daughter is named Rocken. He [...]
To Do: 9/24/09
Posted in To Do, tagged bingo, church, coffee, fiction, Findlay Market, Karen Heyl, office, To Do, writing on September 24, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
To Do:
Call those women who want to buy more Findlay Market books. I swear, I am getting sick of that book thing.
Call Karen Heyl to discuss her sculpting our stone garden bench. She’s been promising to do it for a couple of years and now she’s home from an onsite project in Vail and has [...]
It’s Apple Season!
Posted in Fall, tagged apples, bicycle, Blog, Findlay Market, grass, seasons, Summer on September 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Good morning, Reader. I changed the header here yesterday, but I’m reconsidering it. I think I may have rushed the season—on a short, post-work, pre-dinner bicycle ride I took with Deb yesterday, I realized that the grass is still quite green and the trees are only beginning to change colors. This week and next should [...]
Steady Blogging From Findlay Market
Posted in Findlay Market, tagged Cincinnati's Historic Findlay Market, dawn, Findlay Market, Turner Farm on August 22, 2009 | 1 Comment »
6:34 am
I’m heading out the door. The sky is visible, but most of you lazy dogs would call it dark. You are missing the best part of the day. I mean it.
7:42 am
I’m all set up and things are really beginning to hop. Many farmers…And today I’m working right next to my good friend, Bambi, [...]
Running and Rolling and Sniffing and Digging
Posted in Blog, tagged dog, Findlay Market, walk on August 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Good morning, Reader. Yes, I’m a little late writing this morning…I slept an hour later than usual, and Not Alice was the thing to let go for a while.
I’ve just walked the dog in the woods (I’ll post a picture of the bench on which I’m writing this), and we had a grand time running [...]
Sensory Overload
Posted in Findlay Market, tagged Cincinnati's Historic Findlay Market, cooking, Findlay Market, Food, Friends on August 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
What a day we had yesterday, yes, Reader? Whew. And how totally sweet that
Mary and Suzanne handled the sales and the growing wad of cash at the Findlay Market book sale and signing (See Mary’s account over at her place);
Mary and Suzanne kept me fed and watered and entertained;
And they kept a whole lot of [...]
To Do: 8/5/09
Posted in To Do, tagged Cincinnati's Historic Findlay Market, dog, fiction, Findlay Market, ink, office, Scooter, Tibetan prayer flags on August 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
To Do:
Get the poster they keep promising to send me for the FM book signings.
Buy ink refills for that fancy pen. It’s probably bad form to run out of ink at these things.
Write the blurb for the FM newsletter. Make it interesting enough, but don’t oversell it.
Buy magenta ink cartridge at Staples. Why the entire [...]
Now Available at a Bookstore Near You
Posted in Findlay Market, tagged Arcadia Publishing, Cincinnati's Historic Findlay Market, Findlay Market, photographs on July 28, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The author’s copies of Cincinnati’s Historic Findlay Market arrived in yesterday’s mail. I did not rip into the box. It is a weird feeling to see the book…it’s heftier than Salt but I feel waaaayyy less close to it. I am simply tired of this one, I think. It ended up being lots more work [...]
