Category Archives: Drawings

Eating Grand Marais

World's Best Donuts in Grand Marais, Minnesota.Grand Marais is a tiny town far away from the Big Cities.

But don’t think that, if you go there, you’ll go hungry. Fear not, there is a lot to eat in the GM.

Here’s the rundown of eating from our recent weekend trip.

World’s Best Donuts
Glazed Raised
Bismark, round, filled with raspberry jelly
Mini bismark, filled with lemon
Chocolate cake donut with chocolate icing

The Pie Place Cafe
Crab cakes with wild rice and asparagus
Wild mushroom lasagna
Vanilla & white chocolate cheesecake

Sign for Angry Trout Cafe in Grand Marais, Minnesota.

 

Angry Trout Cafe
Fried, bread herring* with wild rice and salad
Apple pie with vanilla ice cream

Gunflint Tavern
Black bean burritos with blue corn chips, pico de gallo and sour cream, beer!

Blue Water Cafe
Eggs, hash browns, toast, coffee, tea
Mural of Lake Superior**

* I never really knew that you could have herring just as a cooked fish. My only experience with it has been looking down at it in a weird, cold broth of pickling and feeling ill.

** Lake Superior is a big lake. I mean, like, really big.

Inheritance

Drawing of a scythe, a tool used on farms to cut grass or reap crops.

My parents recently sold their house and most of their belongings.

Along with the scythe, I inherited a corn cutter, a pitchfork, some walking sticks (gifts from some hippie friends they don’t see much anymore), a bedroom set, a cabinet to hold one’s curios and lots of other odds-n-ends.

Keith and I are wondering if one of us should dress up as the Grim Reaper on Halloween and jump out at trick-or-treaters with the scythe in hand.

I think we’d get in a lot of trouble with parents but some of the kids would love it.

Crime Report: Line Cutter at Cub Foods

For Keith and the People of Cub

Two guys fight at Cub Foods over one of them cutting in line.

WINDOM NEIGHBORHOOD
Cub Foods
August 14, 2 p.m.

A man was waiting in line to make a purchase when another person cut in front of him to pay for his own products. The man in line told the person to please wait for his or her turn. The man walked toward the door to leave after paying for his items, at which point the other person followed him. The suspect then hit the man in the face and said, “Don’t tell me not to butt in line.” Store employees broke up the fight.

- From The Southwest Journal, Crime Reports, Sept. 3-16, 2012

Meet Catorpion!

Catorpion is a creature that is a cat in front and a scorpion in back.I had a bad dream. Nightmare, really. It featured Catorpion – a creature that is half cat and half scorpion.

In my dream I was in a bedroom and I pointed at the wall, where a giant scorpion was crawling.

“What’s that?” I said.

The scorpion fell off the wall and onto my arm, where it promptly morphed into Catorpion.

When it attacked me, it was biting and clawing me with it’s front, cat half and stinging me with its back, scorpion half.

Yes, it hurt quite a bit. I was screaming in pain. My arm was in shreds.

That’s all I remember.

But isn’t that enough?

The Evil of Comfort

The ubiquitous Croc shoe, made of plastic, a sure sign someone has given up on life.

“You’re abandoning a lot of ideas when you are too into comfort. ‘Comfy’ – that’s one of the worst words! I just picture a woman feeling bad, with a big bottle of alcohol, really puffy. It’s really depressing, but she likes her life because she has comfortable clogs.”

– Christian Louboutin, The New Yorker, March 28, 2011

Dog-Hearted

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Drawing of a normal human heart.

When we first got our dog, Freja, I was worried about stuff like dog hair on my clothes and that “doggie smell” that can pervade everything. I found it annoying to get up at 2 a.m. to take her outside to pee because she couldn’t make it all the way through the night.

A drawing of a heart that is growing some hair.

Soon, a routine was established. There were favorite toys. She learned her name and came running when I called. I tried to snuggle; she resisted. She barked at me when she wanted a bone.

A drawing of a human heart that's getting furry.

We ran errands together. Walked. Hiked. Walked some more. She learned to read my expression and watch my hands for signals. She can smile. And often does.

A drawing of a furry human heart full of love for dogs.

There are 205 steps in every city block I walk with her. We walk in rain, snow, wind and heat. Sometimes I stalk along, wondering what the hell I’m doing out there. Then I look down at her as she trots along, stopping to nose something in the leaves, and realize that it’s because I’ve become truly dog-hearted.

More Than A Feeling

A man paints his garage on a sunny day while listening to "More Than A Feeling" on the radio.Keith and I were driving and the song “More Than A Feeling” by Boston came on the radio.

Keith said it sucks.

A few days later I went to eat my lunch outside at a playground. From across the soccer field I heard the sound of “More Than A Feeling.” I walked to the edge of a hill and looked down at a man painting his garage while listening to tunes on a radio.

On a sunny, late summer day, “More Than A Feeling” didn’t suck.