February 29, 2016

October 2, 2011

September 24, 2011

August 12, 2011

Please reload

Recent Posts

Throwback Thursday You Rock!

March 3, 2016

Please reload

Featured Posts

Sloth in the Midwest

July 7, 2011

Orange Red Farm Door



I’m in this tiny town in Western Illinois and yesterday their monthly air raid siren went off.  It wailed long and strong.  Went on longer than the tsunami siren they’ve just installed at the end of the Balboa Peninsula.  And at the end, the sound even got creative.  Short and long and short again.


This morning a one- propeller plane flew over.  I haven’t heard an airplane in two weeks, let alone a propeller airplane.   I rushed out to have a look, and for one moment, it was 1910.


Then my cell went off, and I rushed back in to have a very modern conversation with my daughter.


Every summer I get out of Dodge, which is Newport Beach, CA.  I run screaming to this tiny town in Western Illinois.  Where, in the peace of the green countryside, the soft humidity and the quiet, I battle sloth and work.   And sloth is winning.



Onion Drying Table



I love sloth.  Love it.  Can eat it standing up for lunch.  Will do sloth for free.  All day long.  Everyday.  Even when it’s raining.


Oh I love my work.  And I am here to work.  It’s part of the deal.  The biggest part. It should be a cakewalk, right?  No distractions.


Except for that deer sneaking across my yard.  That thunder and lightning storm I never see at home.  The Dairy Queen just a little too close.  That airplane–


Okay, so maybe this is the deal.  I’m slothfully working?


Slothfully working–


A new genre.


Share on Facebook
Share on Twitter
Please reload

Follow Us
Search By Tags
Please reload

  • Facebook Basic Square
  • Twitter Basic Square
  • Google+ Basic Square

© 2020  Ruth Yunker. Proudly created by melissasabol.com

  • Blog
  • Instagram - White Circle
  • Facebook - White Circle