“We do not ride on the railroad; it rides upon us. Did you ever think what those sleepers are that underlie the railroad?  Each one is a man, an Irishman, or a Yankee man. The rails are laid on them, and they are covered with sand, and the cars run smoothly over them. They are … More All Aboard! From Rails to Sunrise

As I’ve noted in many of my recent posts, I’ve spent most of my working hours in the kitchen. The hard push to get all the outlets and lights rewired, remove the old cabinets, cut out a hole in the wall to recess the refrigerator, and tear out the old bulkheads in preparation for drywall … More Honoring Transcendent Normalcy

Recently, my life has been far from inactive, full of the tranquility of rest (thank you Merriam-Webster for defining quiescent). I’ve spent the past three days trying to rewire my kitchen before the drywall is hung next week, crawling around in tiny attic-like crawlspaces, breathing in more cellulose than I care to admit. Every night, … More Letter to the Quiescent Soul