Monday, July 8, 2019

I have abandoned this blog—or have I? It certainly has lost its regularity, and as its 7th anniversary approaches, marked on the 26th day of my July calendar, thoughts occur.

1. Renew weekly posts but focus directly, however indirectly, on wax. But could I keep this up? Maybe if it incorporated some of those brief interactions I have at the farmers market, such as when someone told me that Doritos burn forever. This is why you take Doritos on a camping trip, into the wilderness, because they burn so well. I found this fascinating and immediately thought: blog post. But, as it turns out, many have written about burning Doritos and there are scads of videos online of Doritos aflame. This did not feed my fire; indeed, put it out. Then there was this person who asked if there were health benefits to burning beeswax candles and I said no and that any claim to such was ludicrous. He proceeded to buy a candle. Then a woman came along looking for tapers to put in a chandelier hanging in her garden, outdoors. She had tried “dripless” candles but they, of course, dripped. I told her that in such a situation—outdoors, drafts, breezes, etc.—beeswax tapers would drip, too, and would likely attract bees. She bought some tapers, and now the more I think about it, the more lovely it sounds, having beeswax candles in a chandelier flickering and dripping over a nighttime garden.

2. I have thought maybe I should transfer all the chapters of the wax book over here, publish A Chapter A Week.

2a. Reminiscent of that radio program A Chapter A Day, which I heard a bit of recently, or maybe it was a similar program with a different name. The reader was reading the tail end (tale end?) of “Around the World in 80 Days,” by Jules Verne. It sounded good. Browsing in the library the other day, I happened across the book so checked it out, the Reader’s Digest edition published in 1988. The book was originally published in 1873, in French, so any English version is a translation, and this is important, especially when we come to Chapter 26 and are just being introduced to the U.S., which Phileas Fogg, our traveler, intends to traverse, west to east, by train. Just as we are starting out from San Francisco, we are told that “Between Omaha and the Pacific the railway crosses a territory which is still infested by Indians … ” Now, one could go on and on about that, this use of the word “infested,” or, one could leave it.

2b. If you look up the definition of “infest,” it is obvious that if any group of human beings in the 1800s were displaying the act of “infesting” between Omaha, established in 1854, and the Pacific Ocean it was those crawling into the area from the east, setting up house, laying down tracks, forming communities, changing the land, bothering and killing and driving out those who were already there.

3. Briefly, I had an idea for a Joe Beans Mystery to be called Joe Beans and the Mystery of Fireworks, in which Joe Beans, an intrepid mutt of terrier ancestry, who is not, like so many of his brethren, fearful of extremely loud, sudden, random bangs, pops, cracks and BOOMS emanating from who knows where, who knows why, but who is, after all, curious about such things, would take on the task of figuring out from where and who and why this noise, and how to end this torment. At the end of the tale, which would in part take the form of a conversation between Joe Beans and myself, I would simply shrug and say: You know, Joe Beans, you can’t teach old people new tricks.

4. But, honestly, I don’t know where this blog goes from here.


  1. I hope you'll consider continuing your blog. Being a city slicker I always enjoyed reading about your adventures, and even daily life, living on Pea Pickle Farm and selling at the market. Some ideas I'd find interesting: how life has changed since leaving the 'farm' - is life easier, what do you miss or not miss; are you doing any work on your new home or yard? - before and after stories with pictures are inspiring to read. Also, do you think you will ever go back to selling on Etsy? I was visiting my mother and saw a skep votive on her shelf - picked it up, turned it over and lo and behold it was one you made! My brother had picked it up for Mom downstate at a gift shop. It sure is a small world! ~ B

    1. Small world - yes! Thanks for commenting. I can tell you this: living now in a more public space, I feel inclined to be a more private person. Out in the middle of nowhere with no one around I felt a greater freedom, perhaps desire, perhaps a need, to write and share the stories. Life here is easier in many ways. For instance, no ticks, very few mosquitoes. And it's cooler living by the lake. Over the winter I loved having central heat and neighbors who helped each other clear the snow. I love being near a bakery and so many other things. I do miss the deer and, at times, the absolute quiet. Have I done work on the house, in the yard? It's been an obsession! As Josie is obsessed with chipmunks. So - Thank you for your thoughts. ~ L

  2. Totally understand your need/want for more privacy. Thanks so much for answering my questions though. Glad life is easier for you in many ways (boy, do I wish I lived near a bakery!). I lived in Houghton for much too short a time many years ago. Just loved it up there. Hope you'll check in from time to time! ~ B

  3. I don't know where it goes either, but I'm glad it's back, if even sporadically. Will await.