This year's visit to Tucson went too fast. On Saturday, I move to Carlsbad, CA for a month in a little beach bungalow.


Last night, neighbors Pat and Howard had me over for a goodbye dinner. They have been a touch of home for me here. 


Another touch of home: Fertilians Keith and Cathy spent a few days in Tucson, and happened to rent a hotel room only a few minutes from the Glass Cottage where I am staying. 


Two nights ago, the five of us––Howard, Pat, Keith, Cathy and I––went to an Ethiopian restaurant.


Yesterday, Keith and Cathy came over to view Pat's incredible artwork. Keith and I decided we should fill a truck with scrap metal from northern Minnesota, bring it down to Pat and see what miracles she could perform with it. 


It was fun to have Tucson friends meet Fertile friends and find out they have much in common. 


Meanwhile, I am back at editing and writing. I left the projects for a month, which turned out to be a good idea. When I go back to them, I see what I want to work on and what I want to let go. One project in particular needs to be let go entirely. It is a book I have worked on for fifteen years, on and off, and I think I am now done with it. Writing on it in November and December got it out of my system. I don't want to think about it any more. 


Another project: A history of the nursery, sort of a memoir. I wrote 200 pages on it early in the trip, then set it aside. Last week, my editor urged me to choose a 5,000 word excerpt to enter in a contest. I picked the excerpt, edited it and sent it on to her this morning. That felt good. I thought the writing was not good, but with some trimming, it isn't so bad. Maybe there is a book there after all. 


Over the past month, I concentrated upon learning a piece by Bach. My goal is to polish it up enough to make a video to post here. I am a ways from that. It has been a few years since I have learned a new piece, so to do so has been invigorating. The little electric piano I bought down here works well. It is portable, yet has the feel of a real piano. 


I look forward to exploring the San Diego area. Lance will come down after he gives his artist's talk at the Rourke Museum this Friday. We will have company. After a couple of months of near seclusion, I am ready for people again. 





This year's visit to Tucson went too fast. On Saturday, I move to Carlsbad, CA for a month in a little beach bungalow.

Last night, neighbors Pat and Howard had me over for a goodbye dinner. They have been a touch of home for me here. 

Another touch of home: Fertilians Keith and Cathy spent a few days in Tucson, and happened to rent a hotel room only a few minutes from the Glass Cottage where I am staying. 

Two nights ago, the five of us––Howard, Pat, Keith, Cathy and I––went to an Ethiopian restaurant.

Yesterday, Keith and Cathy came over to view Pat's incredible artwork. Keith and I decided we should fill a truck with scrap metal from northern Minnesota, bring it down to Pat and see what miracles she could perform with it. 

It was fun to have Tucson friends meet Fertile friends and find out they have much in common. 

Meanwhile, I am back at editing and writing. I left the projects for a month, which turned out to be a good idea. When I go back to them, I see what I want to work on and what I want to let go. One project in particular needs to be let go entirely. It is a book I have worked on for fifteen years, on and off, and I think I am now done with it. Writing on it in November and December got it out of my system. I don't want to think about it any more. 

Another project: A history of the nursery, sort of a memoir. I wrote 200 pages on it early in the trip, then set it aside. Last week, my editor urged me to choose a 5,000 word excerpt to enter in a contest. I picked the excerpt, edited it and sent it on to her this morning. That felt good. I thought the writing was not good, but with some trimming, it isn't so bad. Maybe there is a book there after all. 

Over the past month, I concentrated upon learning a piece by Bach. My goal is to polish it up enough to make a video to post here. I am a ways from that. It has been a few years since I have learned a new piece, so to do so has been invigorating. The little electric piano I bought down here works well. It is portable, yet has the feel of a real piano. 

I look forward to exploring the San Diego area. Lance will come down after he gives his artist's talk at the Rourke Museum this Friday. We will have company. After a couple of months of near seclusion, I am ready for people again.