Blondi WHO?



Me, Myself, I

This webpage is my letter to friends, but I’m not @blondiblathers; it’s my Twitter handle.

Blondi Blathers is the proprietor of the fictional Stubblejumpers Cafe. Click the orange bar on the left. That’s where Ms Blathers has her say. Sometimes I find photos of cafes around the world, and often they are inspiration for Blondi’s blog.

Blondi Blathers is not me. She looks a bit like me, I suppose, but wears her hair longer and usually in a ponytail.

She sees ghosts. I do not. I only wish I could.

She’s single. Not me. I only wish — heh heh, just kidding. (Today.) Sorry, no, I am just kidding. I wouldn’t mind being single, of course, but I do appreciate the honey I have. He has many fine qualities, but I shan’t brag (Don’t Advertise Your Man)(Hee!). Unfortunately he doesn’t want to appear in this blog so I can’t keep his friends and family happy by writing about him as much as I normally would, considering he’s the only person I see on many days. If only he wasn’t so shy, this blog wouldn’t be all about me, me, me!! all the time.

Now back to Blondi. She runs a coffee shop. I’m doing well when I get supper made here at home.

We have a few similarities. We both bake batches of whole wheat bread. We both like to go for a walk (who doesn’t?), though she walks to the lake each morning before unlocking the front door and I walk on a gravel road surrounded by farmers’ fields. She has a sister who’s a master baker; so do I. We both have childhood memories of time spent in the cafe and in the village. We read the same books. We both do yoga, though she is more dedicated to it and has purpose-designed the top floor of the elevator-turned-cafe into an open room specifically for her nightly practice.

I post something to my blog (here, in the middle of the page) virtually every day, but Blondi has too many things on her plate for that. She’s a busy person! Me? You couldn’t pay me to run a restaurant. I’m not that energetic or that ambitious. Blondi, she updates when she can.

Me? Kathy Johnson. Here are the particulars:


I live near Wadena, Saskatchewan, Canada. The property was named by children’s author Thornton W Burgess (1874–1965). Apparently there once was a big three-storey farmhouse (long gone) with wraparound verandas that was his summer retreat back in the day, but it burned down. Now we live in a smallish 1970s bungalow. This sign hung at the end of the driveway when we bought the place, and it is still there along with this old eyesore hunk of junk farm implement.

More info about Thornton Burgess: click here.

• born in 1959.

• live about six miles from TOWN.

• I wrote a lot of letters when I was a kid and a young woman, and at 12 I got my first diary. At 15 my English teacher assigned a journal for the duration of the school semester and I’ve been keeping one ever since. When I discovered email and online journals around 1995, I jumped right in.

 • If I could do exactly what I wanted to do every day of my life, I’d be reading, writing, listening to music, playing music (though I can’t play my guitar, piano, harmonica or accordion worth shit, it’s still fun to try), singing (but not in public), listening to my favourite CBC Radio programs, communing with the flowers and birds and fairies, and sitting on the deck with a friend and a glass of wine on a summer evening.
• What I actually do is try to keep on top of the dishes, read and write at every opportunity, forget to play my piano and guitar, watch British detective series on TV, spend as much time outside as I can when the weather is fair, and sit alone on the deck with my glass of wine on summer evenings, admiring my flowers and listening to the birds and hoping fairies really do exist.
In September 2016 I came off a three-year stint in the editor’s chair at the local newspaper and now I’m freelancing as a writer and editorial consultant for a publisher that creates material for public school students.

• It’s possible that you have landed on this page without knowing that Saskatchewan is in Canada, so here you go: Canada.

• My home town is Margo; it’s just 20 minutes down the highway.
 The link will take you to three women singing a Christmas carol at the village hall.
My sister Karen is in the centre.
Or here: take a little tour of Margo.
And look! Even MORE about Margo!
And yet more AGAIN.
• Some of the family: click here. Scott and I have three sons, between us: Gunnar, Emil, and Everett. Gunnar’s recently married so we now also have a daughter-in-law, Melissa, and a little granddaughter, Kali.

And that’s all she wrote.

X’s and O’s, etc.,

I set forth a humble and inglorious life; that does not matter. You can tie up all moral philosophy with a common and private life just as well as with a life of richer stuff. ~ Michel de Montaigne

STUBBLEJUMPERS CAFÉ RECIPE COLLECTION: where I share my tried ‘n’ trues.

A Letter OutBlog 2009-2016

Who Does She Think She Is, Anais Nin? — Blog 2002-2008


Indeed, that is just what a common and private life is: a life of the richest stuff imaginable. ~ Montaigne biographer Sarah Bakewell


From 2002-13, I was subject editor for the architecture, dance, film and theatre sections of The Canadian Encyclopedia. I wrote several profiles while I was at it:

Stuart McLean
Nell Shipman
Little Mosque on the Prairie

I edited and proofread at the Wadena News from 2013-16, which didn’t leave much time for writing but here are a few samples:

You Never Know Who Will Come Calling
Constable Watkins Joins Local Force
No Perfection Unless You’re a Sunset
On His Way to Wadena
And the Winner is Codie Prevost