Blondi WHO?

 I’m not Blondi Blathers.

Blondi Blathers is the proprietor of the fictional Stubblejumpers Cafe. Her name is also my Twitter handle. When you click the colour bar, you’ll find her input.

Blondi Blathers is not me.

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

She’s single. Not me.

She runs a village cafe. I’m doing well when I get a sandwich made for supper.

We have a few similarities. We bake bread; she uses the oven on weekday mornings; I make six loaves every once in a while. She jaunts to the lake before unlocking the cafe’s front door. I stroll on a gravel road surrounded by farmers’ fields. She has a sister who’s a master baker and an artist; me too. We read the same books. We both do hatha yoga, though she is more dedicated to it and has renovated the attic floor of the little old elevator specifically for her daily practice. She lives on the second floor, above the cafe. I live at Golden Grain Farm.

I post on this blog virtually every day. Blondi has too many things on her plate. She updates when she can.

Me? They call me Kate.     KATE OF THE NORTH.

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Golden Grain Farm is about six miles from 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 a wraparound veranda. It 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.
• where we do our business:  TOWN

• I wrote a lot of letters as 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 radio programs, communing with the flowers and birds and fairies and elves, 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 musical instruments, watch British detective series on the weekend, 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 and elves really do exist.

In September 2016 I came off a three-year stint in the editor’s chair at the local newspaper. Now I write and copyedit for a publisher of 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.

Or HERE; Margo as it was in 1914.

And look! Even MORE about Margo!

And yet more AGAIN.

• Some of the family: click here.

We have three sons, a daughter-in-law and a little granddaughter.

X’s and O’s, etc.,
Kate

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 Out — Blog 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

Some of my stuff:

Stuart McLean
Nell Shipman
Little Mosque on the Prairie

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

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