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Peggy Dover

Southern Oregon Journal: The Cat Chronicles

Yesterday, Chewy.com left a hefty box on my doorstep. Last night found me on the living room floor trying to zipper and Velcro together a neat little house for ...

Break out the Benjamin Moore paint chips

Let’s see, will it be a blue floral cotton or a black KN95 sort of day? One way or another, if I dare to leave the confines of my home to do anything but eat ch...

Life on the other side

Of all places to get an idea for a daytrip, an Avista newsletter might have been the most remote. I mean, who reads those? Well, I did, and they mentioned the s...

On safari in Winston

I desperately needed a respite from valley smoke, so I thought scooting a few miles northwest would answer the call. Winston, just south of Roseburg, became ou...

Cat round-up and happy places

I have heard the idiom “like herding cats” when referencing a difficult organizational task, but I had never had any experience along these lines. The reality i...

In honor of the western mountain huckleberry

It is nearly impossible to make a huckleberry pie while dancing to “Ramblin’ Man.” Let’s just get that out there for starters. Oh, partial gyration is possible...

Jazz under the canopy

One benefit of writing about an experience is revisiting the joy of a good day — unpacking it, note by note, and recalling details that might have been overlook...

Waiting for the shift

“I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.” — James Taylor As they say in England, it’s been a bit of a...

Coffee with Chicory

During WWII, coffee rationing reduced availability of the beloved bean for household consumption. This was particularly true in England, where precious tea also...

Help wanted on the Oregon Coast

Have you driven I-5 lately? And lived to tell the tale? I’m still in a sweat over the last road race home from what was imagined as a peaceful escape from the h...

A fair is a veritable smorgasbord

It was good to be back at the old Jackson County Fair, and boy, we were not alone in Carnyland euphoria. When Lane and I arrived, the hay field, er, parking are...

Distressed over jeans

The other day I saw two young women walking down my street. One of them wore a pair of distressed jeans. You’ve seen these around. I mean, these poor jeans were...

Show your stuff at the county fair

Once upon a time in the golden olden days, county fairs appeared along busy trade routes. They provided a perfect venue for the agricultural set to display thei...

Footloose in Rocky Point

Lane and I have been drawn over the Cascades lately. I feel I’ve neglected our neighbors to the east. We decided to check out Rocky Point because it had been a...

Three odds and ends

The week started off with a bang. Or I should say, a pang. Lane and I had so much fun at the Jackson County Expo Vaccination Center the first time, we decided ...