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Too Much and Too Little | Lofty Minded in Alaska
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. Too Much and Too Little. Yesterday I mentioned to my friend Erin that the trouble I’m having lately with my blog is that I have too many ideas. There is too much rolling around in my brain and trying to home in on one idea has been difficult. Unfortunately, when something seems abundant, there’s not quite the same level of urgency.There are exceptions of course. When the cells in our bodies begin to reproduce at an abnormal rate, we call it cancer and we don’t celebrate th...When ...
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A Simple Ghost | Lofty Minded in Alaska
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. Photo by John P. O’Grady. Our house also had a ghost. Of course I have no definitive proof of such a claim, but I have stories. The stories have been told enough times that it’s possible they’ve changed a little, or that a little color has been added for effect. But I believe them just the same. The house we shared with a ghost was patched together from two buildings that had originated in Mount Harris, an old coal company town further up the Yampa River valley. My mom, when she w...
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Oxygen and Wishes | Lofty Minded in Alaska
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. Kachemak Bay in June. It’s raining today–a beautiful, windless, cool summer rain. It’s filling our rain barrels, settling the dust, watering our garden. Everything is green. Bright green. Alive green. New green. I open the front door. I inhale. I hold the air in my lungs for as long as I can. I let it out slowly. Later this month, the United States Navy is planning to begin training exercises in the Gulf of Alaska. They have a permit to use live artillery and sonar to practice...
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Uncategorized | Lofty Minded in Alaska
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. Archive for the ‘ Uncategorized. I didn’t feel good about destroying my records, at least not for long, but something I’d heard at camp made me think that listening to certain things was wrong, that the wrong kind of music would taint me, and that something about me was bad if I liked certain kinds of music. Better to remove it from my life altogether than be temped to listen to it. That’s the message I got. I also kept Supertramp’s Breakfast in America album. The Logical Song.
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Other People’s Problem | Lofty Minded in Alaska
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. Other People’s Problem. I know that Veterans Day is about the men and women who have served our country and not about the men and women who have sent them into hostile territory. But those who serve and those who send them are always inextricably connected. And those of us who sit back and enjoy our day-to-day lives without the life-altering interruptions of military service are connected as well. How do we define what is noble when the truth is not made available for our weighing?
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Messages | Lofty Minded in Alaska
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. The other day at work my computer was out of service. It was the perfect time for me to tackle a few tasks that had been piling up. I did some filing. I made some phone calls. I did a little shelving. And then I listened to the fifty-two messages that were saved in my voicemail. The messages went back as far as 2008, and listening to them has given me quite a lot to write about, but for this post I’ll stick to the ones that were left in response to two pieces of my writing. 8211; ...
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An ode, of sorts, to this summer | Lofty Minded in Alaska
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. An ode, of sorts, to this summer. Always, there is plenty to mourn in this world. Plenty to worry about. Plenty to try and change. But I don’t want to write about those things today. Maybe it’s because this morning I went barefoot in the garden and picked snap peas for breakfast. Maybe it’s the rare thunderstorm that rolled in last weekend and drenched us while we foraged in the blueberry bog. Maybe it’s that I wake up every day with a dog tucked sweetly into the bend in my knees.
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Lofty Minded in Alaska | Page 2
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. Of course I was a little disappointed that President Obama chose to go to Seward instead of Homer, but Seward does have the advantage of a retreating glacier that a person can walk up to. Oh well, instead of Black Hawk helicopters and Secret Service agents, we have our typical fleet of scuffed-up Subarus and fellas in Carhartts and Xtra-Tuffs. It’s fine that he chose Seward, I guess. Posted September 1, 2015 by Teresa. An ode, of sorts, to this summer. Maybe it’s the rare thunders...
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A Snapshot of Sadie | Lofty Minded in Alaska
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. A Snapshot of Sadie. Beware the spring equinoxal, she’d say. Right now in Homer we’re gaining around five minutes of daylight a day. We’re looking at seed catalogs and planning our summer camping trips. The dirty snow berms on the side of the road are receding and the sun is high enough on the horizon to throw a little heat. Tasks that seemed overwhelming just a couple of months ago seem possible now. When it comes to the spring equinox, Sadie was on to something. After their hous...
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Teresa | Lofty Minded in Alaska
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Lofty Minded in Alaska. I didn’t feel good about destroying my records, at least not for long, but something I’d heard at camp made me think that listening to certain things was wrong, that the wrong kind of music would taint me, and that something about me was bad if I liked certain kinds of music. Better to remove it from my life altogether than be temped to listen to it. That’s the message I got. I also kept Supertramp’s Breakfast in America album. The Logical Song. In high school, after my boyfriend ...
