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 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Gladiolas

Yesterday, I bought gladiolas. They are nearly three feet tall and bright fuchsia. It is safe to say they are the most exciting thing to appear at my desk in ages. When I walked in... — Updated 9/9/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: The two women told me about the bear when I was on my hike

They were on trail bikes and saw the bear in the direction I was headed. “It was scary!” one of the women said. We were all a little nervous. There had been a bear attack just... — Updated 9/2/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Reading to Lori

I’ve been reading to Lori. Lori is my husband, Peter’s, older sister. She has cancer and has been battling it for a while now. She uses oxygen to help out and catching this viru... — Updated 8/26/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: More dog stories

It seems I have acquired a reputation. I have been handing out dog treats for three months. Every day, I take the same trail and every day, I meet many of the same customers. Dogs... — Updated 8/19/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Summer storm

I was headed out for my daily hike. There was thunder in the distance. “It’s getting lighter,” my husband, Peter, said. “I don’t think we’re going to get any rain.... — Updated 8/12/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: The blue tarp

I noticed my wrists were sticking to my desk. This was a gradual awareness. I spend almost all day at my desk and I don't know precisely when it started, but I finally looked down... — Updated 8/5/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Hummingbird curfew

My husband, Peter, is fascinated by hummingbirds. This year has been a difficult year for hummingbird watching as there has been a lot of competition at the feeder. First, the ants... — Updated 7/29/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Birthday blow-out

It’s my birthday this week. This is not normally cause for a big celebration, and this year it is less than usual. Still, unlike my husband, Peter, I actually do celebrate my... — Updated 7/22/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: New slippers

I’ve worn out a pair of slippers. To be fair, I wear slippers quite a bit under normal circumstances, but over the past four months my slipper use has exceeded previous records. I... — Updated 7/15/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Dog stories

My husband, Peter, and I miss having a dog. I see a lot of dogs on the trail during my daily hike, and so Peter (who is always full of good ideas — usually about things I should... — Updated 7/8/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Poscript: The world of birds

The raven nest was the big news this spring. Our neighbor, Joe, who belongs to every social organization in town, found himself with very little to do. So, every afternoon, Joe... — Updated 7/1/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The postscript - My neighbors the superheroes

I think my next-door neighbors might be superheroes. They both work with computers (at least that’s what they say) and then, every spare moment, they are off doing superhero-type... — Updated 6/24/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: A little awkward

It’s harder to keep in touch with people these days. Things are opening up, but it’s going to be a while before we hop in a car and visit people the way we used to. I met the... — Updated 6/10/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: The only dog in Minnesota

I want to make it clear that we are not adopting a dog. I won’t deny it is tempting. We decided not to get another dog because we travel. Dogs and airplane travel do not go well t... — Updated 6/3/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Biscuits and gravy

All of a sudden, there are painted rocks along my path. This has been going on for a while, I guess, but I never saw them in my neighborhood. Now, however, someone has more time on... — Updated 5/27/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Chatting with a tree

Every day I look down the trail in either direction, checking to see if anyone is coming. I’d just as soon no one knew I was talking to a tree. I take the same hike every day.... — Updated 5/20/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: My signature look

We’re at the stage where everyone is complaining about their hair. I am not complaining. As I have frequently bragged, my husband, Peter, cuts my hair and this has continued... — Updated 5/13/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Small containers

Every Mother’s Day, I have a terrible time finding a card that remotely reflects the relationship I have with my mother. My mom is in her 80s now, and we have always had a good re... — Updated 5/6/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: "Raven Watch"

The ravens are back. Last year, they had a nest right on my hiking trail but I didn’t notice them making it. I didn’t notice when they started guarding it or when the female lai... — Updated 4/29/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: A little stir-crazy

It’s safe to say everyone is getting a bit tired of it. My parents, both in their 80s, were going a little stir-crazy in Florida. They missed their house in the woods and so they... — Updated 4/22/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Peppermint ice cream

“I love seeing all the people in the park,” my sister told me on the phone the other night. “I can tell who is together because they are walking in little clumps!” I love... — Updated 4/15/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Daisy crosses the street

My desk faces the window and that is where I spend most of my time. I spend about as much time at my desk as I do in my bed which is, conveniently located about 30 feet away.... — Updated 4/8/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Parked out back

Joe’s red truck is parked behind his house. It hasn’t moved in days. Joe gets in his red truck every morning and drives around. He’s a member of every fraternal organization,... — Updated 4/1/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Waiting for the sun

An enormous box arrives at our house. It is filled with food and cleaning supplies and, yes, toilet paper. I feel guilty. But the truth is, these supplies were ordered months ago.... — Updated 3/25/2020

 
 By Carrie Classon    Opinion

The Postscript: Smelling like dog

It’s a very gray day. Today is exactly the sort of day I am most grateful for dogs. Walking in my neighborhood, everyone feels the need to share the latest dire news. Meeting in... — Updated 3/18/2020

 

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