About Jim

I think this is the part where you are to write something clever and witty about yourself. I’m solidly locked in middle age and content with myself. I love to travel to see and experience new things, new foods and new drink. I also like to cook and bake mainly because I like to eat. And I found out that I’m pretty good at both. I'm not a professional blogger nor do I want to be. I'll leave that to others while I'll kick back and post whatever suddenly pops into my brain. I'm more spontaneous anyway. And the rest we’ll just kinda sorta figure out as we go along. Feel free to leave comments or even just to say "Hello". Find me at: https://mnghostt.wordpress.com. Find me on Instagram at: ghosttrider77

Late Winter

The winter for this part of the Hundred Acre Forest wears on you after a while. You get tired of the cold, the grey skies, the ice and the lack of anything with any kind of colour. We’re lock step in the middle of February and it feels at time like it’s two steps forward and three steps back as we try to progress out of this season. We’re now in what I call “the dirty part” of winter. Why do I call it that? Because of what I usually see during this time of year. The snow and ice have melted and frozen and melted and refrozen multiple times. It’s no longer looking pristine and clean. The ice has that grey and/or dirty look after multiple changes. It’s just “blech” to me.

So we hold on or at least try to hold on. It’s hard to bitch and complain about the seasons and the weather here when you knew full well that by moving here you have to deal with the seasons and the weather here. Still it gets old after a while. This is one of those days where I need a trip to the market to check out the flower section to see what they have in stock. It’s time to add some more colour even if it’s only temporary and will just have to be replaced in a week or two. And once I get that done, it’s time for a road trip to my store of dreams for some materials to start prepping for my Spring garden. It’s time to start thinking about showing life in lieu of thinking about how I’m gonna stay warm today.


Thursday Night

IMG_0012-XLThere’s a nice town real close to me.  Well it ought to be.  I mean, its Post Office delivers my mail and I have a city address showing it instead of where I actually live for a mailing address.  I know.  It’s weird but this is Minnesota and things aren’t always what they appear to be.

It’s quiet here and I like coming here because of the stores, the family owned bakery and the family owned steak house.  And the steak house was where I ended up for dinner.  And after dinner I hung out for a bit to take a few pics.  There was nothing of much consequence, but a couple that were tolerable.

Regardless, it was plenty cool tonight and I didn’t hang around for too long before retreating to the warmth of my car.


I won! I won! I won!


I hit the deal of the century today.  I scanned my lotto ticket and WOO HOO!!! this fat cat won!  Yeh baby!  Big Daddy gladly sauntered straight to the cashier, looked her straight in the eye and said …

“Give me nothing but big bills.  Nothing less than a fifty.”

She scanned that ticket, smiled, told me “Congratulations!” and handed me four $1 bills.  Then she told me to have a nice day.

Yanno, customer service aint what it used to be.  At least she smiled when she gave me my winnings.

Snow Day


It’s actually kinda pretty watching the snow fall down from the sky.  But it’s also easy to say that when I’m as snug as bug in a rug in my place versus doing the commute home.  Yes, Minnesota drivers must have just plain lost their damn minds this afternoon.  It started with a mix of rain and frozen (which froze) and then turned into wet snow.  Even my ride was giving me the flashing fish tail light on my dash to let me know the roads were bad.  Do you think they’d slow down???  Ah hell no!

Somehow we managed to get home despite the speed demons who were out driving around totally without any adult supervision.  Then we got to play with the snow blower which is actually kinda cool to use.  Well, it’s kinda sorta cool to me that is.  But it’s all good.  Outside chores are done for now and I’m writing out a list for ingredients for a homemade chicken pot pie.  Comfort food just somehow tastes real good during the late winter.