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i live in michigan with my teenage daughter, my partner, and our three cats. i am a paralegal, legal manager and corporate governance specialist, and when i'm not reading contracts or maintaining the dusty archives of our arcane corporate history like some weirdly specific librarian, i enjoy knitting, books, running slowly, making candles, and bird-watching. i started blogging way back when I was an expat living in australia and in recent years have tried to be more diligent about keeping this space up to date and as a creative outlet for the things in my life that inspire me and balance my 9-5.

show us your books! november reads

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I can’t believe we are already here for Show Us Your Books! In between Thanksgiving preparations, a quick work trip to Indiana, knitting and soap making, I had a solid month of reading and am pleased to share at least one recommendation from a fellow reader and linker from last month!

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So, with the obligatory cat picture out of the way, let’s jump right in.
Good Husbandry by Kristin Kimball was my first and one of my favorite reads this month. I’d read her first book, the Dirty Life, last year, which relayed how she, a New York writer, went to an organic upstart farm to interview the owner / operator, and how, subsequently, she fell in love with him. It was a happy and romantic and funny story of uprooting her entire life to marry him and follow his love of farming, the rhythms of the seasons, and the earth to table / good food movements. Good Husbandry is her follow up and it was not as lighthearted as Dirty Life – but that’s partly why I liked it. The bloom is off the rose here, and what we have is an honest assessment of the struggles to make ends meet as a farm family. Kimball writes about not having enough time, money, or hands to balance the dawn to dark work of a small farm with motherhood and marriage. I loved her truthful insights about the parallels of all of those kinds of work, joyful but sober. It reminded me, in spirit if nothing else, of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s The First Four Years.
The Scholar by Dervla McTiernan was a recommendation from a fellow linker from last month (I’m so sorry, I didn’t make a note of which of you lovelies read & shared it) but I enjoyed it and will definitely read more of her Cormac Reilly installments. Irish police detective work and thorny family politics made the pages turn (speaking of Irish detectives, anyone watching the Starz! interpretation of Tana French’s Dublin Murder Squad and if so what say ye?? I’m a bit hooked)
Who Slays the Wicked by C.S. Harris ended up being a satisfactory Regency detective yarn that I didn’t think I’d like as much as I did. The seemingly endless titles – “Marquis” this and “Viscount” that – initially reminded me of the old bodice ripper romance novels I occasionally read when I was a young teenager. But I found myself turning the pages to see what Sebastian St. Cyr could come up with next. Not sure I’d pick up another in this series, though.
The Summer Book by Tove Jansson was featured in writer Elizabeth Gilbert’s Instagram a few months ago. I became obsessed with Jansson’s Moomin series when I was a first or second grader spending a few horribly homesick days up north with not-super-close relatives. I still love Moomin and yet had never read any of Jansson’s adult fiction (not that there’s much of it). This slim little novel hangs on the summer a young girl spends with her bohemian grandmother on a remote island in the Gulf of Finland. Like all of Jansson’s books, this was ephemeral and riotous and unsettling and sad and philosophical, and altogether beautiful.
Black Death at the Golden Gate: The Race to Save America from the Bubonic Plague  by David K. Randall was this month’s nonfiction selection. I never knew that San Francisco was the center of an outbreak of Bubonic Plague around the turn of the century. It’s not only interesting from a medical standpoint, but also from a political and sociological view, as well. It should come as no surprise that when the outbreak starts in Chinatown, fear, hatred, and racism soon follow.
Then She Was Gone by Lisa Jewell, sadly,  I just did not like at all. This is my first Jewell novel although I know she’s quite popular and I’ve seen her name around a lot. This book just didn’t do it for me and I’m not sure I can explain why. It had the components of something I would like, but I found all the characters unlikeable, the atmosphere creepy and cold and the story, although not as dark as many things I read, felt stifling and unbearably gloomy. Should I try her again or is this a pretty standard offering?
As I mentioned, I had a relatively quick work trip to Indiana and, faced with about eight hours in the car, I brought along an audiobook to keep me company…I never know if it’s kosher to count audiobooks as “reads” (I don’t track them on Goodreads, after polling my Facebook friends, who almost unanimously said that “listening” to a book can’t be called “reading” it) – but hey, a book is a book, so I include this in the spirit of inclusiveness. The Dutch House is my first Ann Patchett novel (although like Lisa Jewell I’ve seen her all over the place). I enjoyed Tom Hanks’ narration, I liked many of the characters, which is important, and although I didn’t necessarily love it, it was a fine companion for my drive. I think essentially it’s the story of a brother and sister and how their relationship sustains when every other primary relationship in their lives falter. And there’s an evil stepmother and, of course, as the title would indicate, a grandiose house in there, too.
I hope your month has been full of great reads – can’t wait to check out some of your blogs and compile some new recommendations to track down. Be well and be kind to yourself during this busy and often stressful season. Sneak away and lose yourself in a book as much as you need to in order to make it through happy, healthy, and joyful.
xoxo and see you next month!
Life According to Steph

 

making soap at the michigan folk school

My mom got me a subscription to Midwest Living, and in a recent issue, they had a great article about folk schools. It was lovely and I found myself thinking, ‘wow, if there was something like that around here, I would really want to take advantage of it!’  I didn’t have to feel envious and left-out for long; as soon as I got to the index, I saw the Michigan Folk School is located a bit north of Ann Arbor, where I work. And as if that wasn’t enough of an enticement, it’s part of a historic farmstead that I drive past almost every day on my commute.

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From the article – “Recharge Your Spirit at a Midwest Folk School” – “Folk schools emerged in 19th-century Denmark. These grassroots schools channeled life skills, cultural identity and the natural world to dignify rural life and farmers. Scandinavian heritage still anchors many Midwest folk schools, with daylong and weekend workshops on rosemaling, woodworking, metalsmithing or fiber arts.”

The Michigan Folk School is located at the Staebler family farm on Plymouth Road in Washtenaw County. This is or was a working farm with a 140-year old farmhouse, and the Folk School is currently developing additional facilities to support their extensive dreams and plans. Right now, you park in a somewhat lonely carpark and trudge along a curving path to the small set of buildings – barn, outbuildings, and house – and you wonder if you’re in the right place until you push open the door to a warm, friendly and bustling workspace.

Yesterday, when I arrived for my basic cold-process soap workshop, I was joined by twelve or so other people, and more came in from the cold to come walk through to the adjoining blacksmith workshop. Soon, my class introduced ourselves to the faint accompaniment of clanging iron and the smell of coal smoke. Most of us were folks who had an interest in soap making but were scared of working with lye; most of us were folks who loved a return to the old traditional ways, the handmade and homemade, and wanted to be more self-sufficient, do more with our hands, and preserve arts that are quickly becoming obsolete. And most of us wanted to make our own soaps to reduce packaging, be environmentally friendly, and lessen our contact with synthetics, perfumes, dyes and chemicals.

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We were split up into table groups of three or four and I found myself joined up with two great women who work together in the operating room at the University of Michigan hospital – I suspect they are doctors but I did not ask. We were too busy measuring, pouring, agreeing on an essential oil for our shared soap batch (lemongrass). We worked together really well, seamlessly sharing the tasks of pouring and mixing the lye and the oils, and using infrared thermometers to check our temperatures. The three hours flew by and before I knew it, I was walking back along the rutted, frozen path holding two containers of handmade soap that I can cut tomorrow and then cure for 4-6 weeks.

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The staff at the Folk School were so friendly and passionate about their place, and everyone that I met felt immediately like a friend. I can’t wait to test my soap, and the class made me very comfortable with learning more about soap making on my own. I plan on collecting a few bits and bobs of equipment and trying my own batch after the holidays. And I loved the Folk School so much that I plan to go back for more classes – Healing Balms, Salves, and Creams in January and maybe after that, stained glass or sourdough bread (a long-dormant passion of mine).

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thanksgiving, some links, & a finished object

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays because you get all the gratitude, joy, and time with family without a lot of the extra nonsense and pressure to conspicuously consume. You just eat and watch football, and when everyone goes home you have some extra time to put up the holiday decorations and take naps! What can be better than that?

Brandon & I started the day with the Detroit Turkey Trot, which is sponsored by the Parade Company and runs along the Detroit Thanksgiving Parade route. It was clear and cold and despite my initial reluctance to roll out of bed, I was so glad that I let Brandon convince me. The vibe is fun and excited, with folks camped out on the streets before the parade, slapping high fives to the runners and calling, “Happy Thanksgiving!”  We’d initially planned on doing the Drumstick Double (which would be the 10k and the 5k) but it cut it short to the 10k so we could get home a little earlier to prep for dinner. It’s a fast course, mostly downhill for the last half, and we had a tailwind, so I was pretty happy with our time.

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I heard there are around 18,000 participants for the Detroit Turkey Trot.

My parents drove down from northern Michigan to spend the day with us and meet their grandkitten Pot Roast. My mom makes the best pumpkin pie, and Miss L baked her famous cheese rolls for us. Brandon carved and my dad introduced him to the delicacy of the turkey neck, heart, and gizzard. (Barf.) Although Miss L did classically Thanksgiving-themed placecard drawings, I went with a more Scandinavian-themed table setting this year, which I always really like.

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We spent the rest of the weekend getting the house decorated for the holidays, and I watched some new-to-me YouTube knitting vlogs (Fiber Tales from Denmark!) while I finished up my Garment House hot water bottle cover. (Raveled. And it was purely a to-be-used knit, so I didn’t bother with gauge, switched to a slightly larger circular from dpn’s halfway through, and ran out of the stashed Cleckheaton Mohair that I was holding with a plain Lion’s Brand worsted. So it’s wonky but since it will spend most of its life tucked at the bottom of a bed, I’m not stressed.) Brandon’s cousin came over to help install the replacement dishwasher for my old Bosch, and Miss L started her Advent Calendar!

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Harry Potter Funko Pop! Advent Calendar 2019!

Sadly, my car “Finn” did not want to start when the long weekend was over, so it’s been a Monday with a tow truck and working from the car dealership. I was dreading the outcome – new starter? new alternator? new CAR?!? But needing a new battery was the best (and likely most inexpensive) outcome so I am now ready to face the rest of the week with a working car AND a new dishwasher!

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He felt like all the rest of us on a Monday morning after a long weekend…

I got creative with leftovers over the weekend and apparently I was not alone – Brandon texted me that all of the guys he works with brought turkey pot pies today for their lunch.  🙂

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I hope my American friends had a lovely holiday and all of my overseas friends had an equally lovely weekend. To close, I wanted to share a couple of links for anyone who is as Moomin-mad as I am. Finland is definitely on my bucket list!

What the Moomins can tell us about climate change

My search for the real Moominland

Sunday.

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A rare session of lunchtime knitting at the Matthei Botanical Gardens conservatory last week.

Turkey Tom is safely in our fridge defrosting and our new Turkey Trot shirts are neatly folded – BOTH waiting for their debut on Thanksgiving Day. Brandon, Miss L & I spent a nice Sunday working around the house – Miss L is becoming quite a little baker, after we’ve rabidly consumed most seasons of Great British Baking Show on Netflix, and when she puts her hair up in a messy bun, I know she’s about to produce something yummy- and a lot of dishes to boot. I love her cheese buns but the dishes are no joke. My Bosch, which I think was purchased when Lily was a baby, finally died and although I would have hoped to have gotten a few more years out of a Bosch, we bit the bullet and found a new Maytag on sale at Home Despot. To be delivered later this week and although my credit card is smoking hot after holiday shopping and will definitely need a post-holiday break, a dishwasher is kind of a big makes-my-life-a-lot-easier appliance that I don’t like going without. So it goes. In addition to getting the dishwasher sorted out, Brandon has spent a lot of time in the house doing renovations – building shelves in our spare room and hall closet, cleaning the basement and garage, unpacking his study, rearranging our belongings in the house, and hanging art. Wwe finally finished up a few projects today that gave us a working spare bedroom and much-needed storage space, and had some time after L went to her dad’s for a three mile run in the to-be-valued November sunshine.

Brandon is carving out a knitting corner for me in the upstairs bedroom, and I look forward to the day soon when I’ll have a painted shelf for my stash and knitting books and an old comfy armchair. Sarge has pretty much claimed the spare room bed for himself, as you can see in this shot of the knitting nook in-progress.

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It wasn’t a very relaxing weekend, but it was very productive, and very rewarding to see his belongings mesh with ours in this house. He has a great aesthetic and a talent for knowing what looks good, and his touch and his things have made me love our space even more. We are definitely not a couple that goes to Pottery Barn and buys a matching living room set and Home Goods art and has a carefully curated furniture storeroom. We’re much more of a mismatched, whimsical decorating style, things collected and handed down, things  meaningful and interesting and a little shabby. I wouldn’t change a thing.

I’m looking forward to a nice break later this week, catching up on some of my favorite vlogs (Ina Knits and By the Lakeside on YouTube), magazines (loving Midwest Living), knitting (still working on the hot-water bottle cover, Log Cabin blanket and the Isabel Kraemer Pink Memories sweater), television (Crown Season 3 and of course more Great British Baking Show), spending time with family, running the Detroit Turkey Trot on Thursday along the route of the Thanksgiving Day Parade, and going ice skating at Campus Martius on Black Friday now that the Christmas tree is lit.

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Ina Knits on YouTube and a few rows of my Log Cabin blanket.

 

early onset

It’s November 19and I already have the winter blues.

Typically November is one of my favorite months – I love running in November (turkey trots!), putting the yard to bed for winter, the whole harvest vibe. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays because it has most of the joy of Christmas without the additional stress and conspicuous consumption. I love the gradually deepening darkness and the bare trees. And in one fell swoop, November was taken away and we were thrust into February. Last week we got six inches of snow and it was in the single digits at night and there was a snow day at Miss L’s school. This week, it’s still unseasonably cold and there is lingering snow and the sidewalks and streets are treacherous with leftover ice.

We have deer in our village, and a six-point buck strolls casually through the backyard. I’ve been reading lots of reports of coyote sightings, too, and one of the neighbors stopped by this weekend to tell Brandon that she saw three of them sitting in our front yard. It feels like a book chapter in which the river freezes in a brutal winter and wolves cross the ice to raid the townsfolk’s farms and livestock.

I’m not sure if the two are related, but I’ve been struggling with my mood for the past week, too. I’m on a low dose of a very effective antidepressant but every now and then – like something buried far beneath the surface that sometimes moves and catches a glinting reflection of daylight to remind me it’s still there – I have a whisper of that old feeling, the old “what happens when the other shoe drops” feeling. Some of it is hormonal and some of it is that I just haven’t been very active since the Savannah half, so I need to get back to regular runs and long walks and lunchtime elliptical sessions with my book. I’m trying to seek out opportunities for hygge & Brandon is fully on board with fires at night and scented candles and yummy dinners. I’m knitting a lot, just finished up L’s fingerless chunky mitts and a new flat hat for her in black; still trucking with my sweater knitting and about to cast on for a new hot water bottle cover. And I am drinking a lot of tea – Constant Comment, Sleepytime, a yaupon tea that I bought in Savannah – and have new pink heels for work.

But I can’t help but feel that I’m raiding my midwinter emergency kit way too early this year.

show us your books! october reads

There’s no bad season for reading, but we are fast approaching what I consider to be THE BEST SEASON for reading – when you can do it in front of a fireplace, with a blankie, and your choice of beverage.

To support my claim that this time is nigh upon us, I present two pieces of evidence:

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Submission 1: First Snow (in southeast Michigan at least)

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Submission 2: Happy Cat Feet from Nap-Drunk Cat During First Snow Fall

And now on to the books!

I didn’t get as much reading done this month as I usually do, but that’s primarily because I started the month with a nonfiction selection (which usually takes me a bit longer).

The Castle on Sunset: Life, Death, Love, Art, and Scandal at Hollywood’s Chateau Marmont by Shawn Levy was, if you are interested in old Hollywood, an interesting history of one of the most famous hotels in the US. I’ve listened to all of Karina Longworth’s “You Must Remember This” podcast (which I can highly recommend) so this book was a fun read, apart from where it occasionally bogged down in (albeit necessary) details about real estate and construction.

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Knitlandia & A Stash of One’s Own, both by Clara Parkes, were, as the titles may suggest, books about knitting – the first, Ms Parkes’ personal essays about her travels for knitting (as someone who has written six books about it and also founded a popular online knitting magazine). I liked Knitlandia and I loved the descriptions of the conventions and fiber festivals, as well as her love of finding a good bowl of pho wherever she travels. Reading these probably did nothing to speed up my overall reading for the month because I kept wanting to pick up knitting projects while I was reading.

I continue to devour The Ruth Galloway Series by Elly Griffiths and this month rampaged up through #8. The character continues to develop and the cast of friends, family, and colleagues expands and deepens – I keep reading not just for the cool mystery themes (plots and subplots include druids, King Arthur’s remains, threats made against women priests, excavated WWII planes, Victorian child killers and visions of the Virgin Mary, among others – and let’s not forget the most captivating subplot of all – Ruth’s relationship with DCI Nelson and the child they had out of wedlock). I still have not gotten bored or slowed down and every one I read just makes me want to read the next.

Lastly, my favorite read of October was The Book of Dust by Philip Pullman. I read the His Dark Materials trilogy years ago and really enjoyed it (didn’t love the Daniel Craig / Nicole Kidman film so much, but I see they’re making another go of it on HBO). I liked Dust even better. I found Malcolm, the main character, to be endearing and the plot was quick moving and adventurous – as a prequel to the Golden Compass, it answered questions from Dark Materials and seeing many of the characters before the dark clouds of Dark Materials begin to form was fun – like old friends. I picked up the second in the trilogy in hard cover at one of my fave bookshops – Horizon Books – when I was on holiday up there at my folks’ house, but haven’t cracked it yet. I would guess, though, that it will show up in my next installment of Show Us Your Books.

As one last note, on the topic of books and bookstores, my one regret about my Savannah trip was missing out when Brandon and his dad went to a bookshop near our flat – E Shaver Books. It looked so charming from the outside but I was simply too tired to walk there. There are apparently three resident cats!! Which hearkens me to my favorite used bookstore of all time, The Haunted Bookshop of Iowa City, where I got to pet the two resident cat managers (one of whom was NOT thrilled by the attention).

Until next time, I look forward to checking out the recommendations from others in the meetup, and feel free to comment with your favorite recent reads!

Life According to Steph

 

savannah + rock & roll half marathon recap!

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It’s taken me a bit longer than I anticipated to get this post pulled together so thanks for your patience! It just means we were having a really awesome time on our trip and then had to quickly throw ourselves back into real life to finish out this week strong.

We front-loaded the weekend with the half marathon, so as soon as we were off the plane, Brandon’s sister picked us up and we were off to the expo (I was thrilled to note when I got my bib that Brandon had personalized it!) Brandon’s sis is one of the good ones, for sure. She’s an Ali McGraw, willowy, athletic Vineyard Vines / Northern by birth but Southern by choice who puts in minimum sixty hour work weeks and yet still finds the time to play competitive tennis, do Pilates, be the integral glue for a big Southern family and train for her first half. AND plan a perfect weekend trip for us.

She found us a beautiful flat almost right on Lafayette Square, just behind Flannery O’Connor’s childhood home, and everything, including race start and end, were within walking distance. The race route went right past our corner and we could have stood in the bay window to watch it. The morning started out cold, at least for Savannah – in the 50’s – and we bundled up in throwaway fleeces & sweatshirts after eating our toast & getting hydrated.

The route was flat and lovely – taking us through a lot of the city that we wouldn’t see as tourists as well as through the historic areas. And of course, there were runners in costume – several Elvises and a Tommy Lee, running shirtless in black jeans and a flowing black wig, twirling drumsticks. I ran the first 5 or 6 miles with Brandon and his sister, keeping a slow, steady pace (12’s) and walking through aid stations. I never would have known it was her first half – she was a champ! Then when we ran past our flat, their parents came out to hug and cheer them on and I lost them in the scrum. I didn’t want to stop because I knew that if I did I would have a harder time getting started again, so I popped in my headphones and powered on.  I felt strong and ran the next few miles between 11.15 and 10.42 (mile 10 was my quickest at 10.42) and then hit the wall at mile 11, gradually slowing down – 11.37, 11.40, 11.45.

Official Event Results:   2:32:52
Garmin time: 2:33 (11.37)

I felt great throughout, probably due to a very relaxed first six miles, and never had a moment during the race where I felt like I was suffering, even in the last 2 miles. I really enjoyed running with Brandon and his sister (who finished strong about ten minutes behind me, with Brandon running with her) but I think if I’d run my own race, I could have thrashed my A2 Half time (although it’s not a great comparison because the elevations are so different and there was nothing equivalent to the Arb Hill in Savannah).

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The rest of our trip was spent sightseeing, napping, eating, and watching (and nastily critiquing) Hallmark Christmas movies on the only channel we reliably got other than sports networks. I found a local yarn shop and made some purchases; I highly recommend The Frayed Knot if you’re in Savannah and need yarn!

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We took the riverboat tour on a bright, sunny afternoon, and shopped at Black Dog for souvenirs; we toured the Owens-Thomas House & Slave Quarters, which was excellent; and we celebrated Brandon’s parents’ 50th wedding anniversary with dinner at Elizabeth on 37th. This is a fabulous restaurant in an old Thomas Square mansion, and we found out halfway through the meal that our server is actually the owner (and a Nobel Peace Prize nominee).

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I fell in love with the lush green elegance and history of the city, the fountains and ghosts and Spanish moss, and cannot wait to go back.

 

 

 

 

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Brandon’s jack o’ lantern!

Last week was pretty rough, with a very sick Miss L (asthmatic bronchitis + early strep signs), parent teacher conferences (she rocked it – way to go Miss L), nonstop requests at work, and a meltdown from me when Miss L’s poor tummy couldn’t handle her first double dose of antibiotics. She’s feeling better this week and as a result, I’m feeling better, but last week brought back a lot of bad memories about how out of control and inadequate I often felt in her first years of life. I have a much healthier outlook now than I did then, but last week brought back shades of those feelings and the times when I really just hated myself for not being able to handle things better, control my emotions, keep her well…lots of mom guilt and anxiety back then. I’m glad I am mostly past that, with some exceptions.

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But the weekend was better and this week, has been, too, so far. We are preparing for our long weekend in Savannah but of course that means – Rock & Roll Half Marathon! I’d really been hoping for a strong run and to show improvement over my Crim & A2 Half times. However, it may not be in the cards. On my last long run, I noticed pulling in my calf muscle; I thought it was just a cramp, but it never resolved, and even after a week off, it cropped up again last week. I haven’t run since and these are echoes of the A2 Half – a minor injury in the last weeks of training, followed by a couple of weeks off to try to hastily heal it, then a sub-par performance. I might try to run today or tomorrow just to test it, but it it’s still bothersome, then my half will just be “for fun” with a lot of walking mixed in. This is disappointing and maybe I’m just not cut out for the half, and should focus on shorter distances. We’ll see after this weekend.

I hope you are all looking forward to a cozy Samhain. We are now midway between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice, and the darkness of the season is descending. The weather in SE Michigan doesn’t look promising for our Halloween, with rain and cold, but since last year was so lovely we’re probably due.

Be well and enjoy your week – I will be back with the final 20 Days of Horror update (spoiler – I doubt we’ll actually hit 20) and of course next week, Savannah recap!

obligatory cat pic – emmett napping with me

you don’t just pull someone’s skull apart without a little lower-arm strength: 20 days of horror update

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Although it feels as though we’ve been watching horror movies for an entire year already, we’re only half done with 20 Days of Horror. We got a bit bogged down in two of the infamous Hammer productions, Twins of Evil and the Brides of Dracula, both starring Peter Cushing. These are Brandon’s faves, excellent campy old school horror, the equivalent of a spaghetti Western.
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But now I’ve insisted that we return to the era nearest and dearest to my own heart – the ‘80’s slasher franchises.
Today’s installment is the only Halloween selection NOT to feature Michael Myers and is honestly a pretty sad specimen – except for the omnipresent Silver Shamrock jingle. John Carpenter’s intent was to make a different Halloween-themed movie each year, but after this one flopped, Michael was reinvigorated for future contributions, and aren’t we all glad.
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Halloween III: Season of the Witch is overly long and has a lot of great snarkable moments. I can easily see that it was inspiration for at least some aspects of Stranger Things. There are also some cool references, such as the glimpses of the original Halloween – which is one of my all time favorite scary movies. Jamie Lee Curtis provided the voice for the telephone operator as well as the voice over the intercom in the curfew announcements. Just be warned if you watch this extremely odd contribution to the Halloween franchise, that, in addition to no Michael Myers, there’s only a fleeting reference to a witch quite near the end. No actual witch. Suffice it to say that the plot does not hold together very well. From IMDb:
“During a panel at 2013’s 35 Years of Terror Halloween convention in Pasadena, CA, Tommy Lee Wallace was asked by the moderator to explain, as the sole credited screenwriter, the connection between Stonehenge, Ireland, robots, and laser beams that both melt flesh and produce/conjure bugs and snakes from a human body. Wallace’s entire response was “It’s magic, man.””
10. Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982)
9. The Brides of Dracula (1960)
8. Twins of Evil (1971)
7. Black Christmas (1974)
6. Season of the Witch (1972)
5. The Visit (2015)
4. Amityville Horror (1979)
3. C.H.U.D (1984)
2. The Changeling (1980)
1. Village of the Damned (1960)

a chilling tale for halloween

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My folks live in an old farmhouse in a very small town in a county with just one stoplight. We frequently kid them that it MUST be haunted and my mom doesn’t dispute this but my dad just rolls his eyes.

Last weekend, we had a bit of a chilling night in that old farmhouse; presented for your Halloween pleasure…

L and I usually sleep in the same room, which has a double bed and a small twin bed. The house is heavy and solid and comforting, and I always sleep well. However, that night, several hours into my REM cycle, I was jolted awake when Miss L sat bolt upright in bed, saying repeatedly and insistently, “What? What? What?” Not panicked, but urgently. I was sleep-muddled and mumbled, “Who are you talking to? Go back to sleep,” to which she responded, at a somewhat louder volume, “WHAT?”

And, undeniably, a small, somewhat curious, mild voice whispered back, from somewhere in the room, “What?

Miss L immediately lay back down and went back to sleep. I, however, was rigid in my bed with my hair standing on end. My heart was pounding. I must be half asleep, I told myself. She said it, just very quietly, it was L, not anyone else…or anything. I didn’t really believe this, but I managed to rationalize myself back to sleep.

Until a few hours later, when I was roused – gradually, not all at once – from slumber by Miss L’s quiet murmuring from the bed across the room.

“What are you doing?” I groggily hissed.

“Asking a question,” L replied.

“I’m sleeping! To whom are you asking this question??” I said.

“Not you,” L said, and in the chilly silence that followed, in which my hair stood up again, L subsided back into sleep.

The next morning, she remembered nothing of the conversations, and because my mind can’t actually grasp that I heard something else whisper that one single word, I’ve convinced myself that it was her, or my own sleep-befuddled brain. Or that my 20 Days of Horror, or Marianne on Netflix have caught up with me and are playing tricks.

Did my sleep-talking daughter commune with a ghost? We’ll never know. But I also don’t know that my sleep in that old farmhouse will be as blissfully untroubled as it has been.

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