Curations from the Human Jungle
Sometimes you just have to take a deep breath, drink it all in, and say "I'm happy to be who I am and where I am." "I'm happy with life and the choices I've made." "And I will live with the consequences of all my decisions." "And be grateful for this moment." Until soon ...
[We're entering THAT time of year. Vermonters know what I'm talking about. Conversation, for a few weeks anyway, switches from endless speculation about the weather to endless speculation about the state of the foliage. Is this a good year, or not? The final scorecard isn't in until later October, but the early signs are there... Continue Reading →
by Stephen Morris Sunday was a classic September day on the Gilead. There was morning valley fog, but by eleven a.m. it was starting to lift and by noon the area was buttered in golden sun. It was a tug of war day, but in the best possible way. The air is summer, but the... Continue Reading →
[This is that bittersweet time of year when the garden is dying, but the harvest has never been so bountiful. The hay is in, the wood's cut, you're ready for winter, but first ... there's time for one last celebration of the good times. Around here that means the Tunbridge World's Fair. Hurry, today is... Continue Reading →
by Silverback SM We live, physically, in the town of Bethel, VT, although our mailing address is in Randolph. Bethel has a population of less than 2,000, but is notable that its demographic matches Vermont's as a state. Thus, in political circles it's a cliche that "So goes Bethel, so goes Vermont." Downtown is classic... Continue Reading →
[Labor Day is a mixed bag, a double-edged sword, and every other cliche you can think of. It's still summer ... but not for long, and it's going to be a long time until you are back here again. The garden is pumping out produce, but it's really the last gasp. For many years we... Continue Reading →
[The feature image for today is what happens when you ask AI to generate an image for Vermont Ridgerunner. I don't know what it is, but it looks appropriate. Kristina Stykos is a Vermont-based blogger who has a newsletter published on Substack. I enjoy her writing in microcosm, although I can get lost in her... Continue Reading →
I was in “take no prisoners” mode. In terms of moving the Morris family back to Vermont my guiding principle was “if it t'were done, ‘tis best done quickly.” I bought a house in downtown Randolph. I say “I bought a house,” because I made the offer before Laura even saw the place. It was... Continue Reading →
[In an impressive display of professional incompetence, I managed to screw up my own life story by publishing Chapter 16 (Tales and More Tales of Beyonder) BEFORE Chapter 15 (Beyond Yonder.) My apologies, Dear Reader. Thank you for sharing the mis-adventures of this sometimes-not-too extra-ordinary life. SM] From “Autobio-grafitti,” the rap version of “Extra-Ordinary:” “That’s... Continue Reading →
[We picked up grandson Alex at the Randolph Train Station the other day. He was returning from visiting his cousin in New Haven for a few days. You can't stand on a train platform, hearing that lonesome whistle blow, without being reminded of what life could be like if Americans had the same fascination with... Continue Reading →