Monthly Archives: November 2011

Kage Baker loved the process of building a Faire. It was magic – slow magic, considered on its own, but when you realized we were building entire villages and microcosms of London, well … it went up fast. Not Brigadoon … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had the lowest possible opinion of hospital bureaucracy. Not actual medical personnel – they are all, in their various ways, heroes, and she appreciated everything they did. But the massive disjointed machinery of paperwork annoyed her in its … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always maintained that Mondays after a Fair weekend do not exist. They are a vacuum, wherein you find your way home, find your laundry and do it before it gets away, find clothes that belong to the current … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always cautioned me to be careful on I-5 in the winter. “It’s weird out there,” she would say. “The whole place changes – it’s not tame farmland in the winter. You be careful if you ever have to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker did like to literally give thanks on Thanksgiving Day. Some quiet moment somewhere, often at the end of a sudden little drive  – “Let’s go find a good landscape,” she’d suggest, and off we’d go. Not far, not … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked Thanksgiving. I suppose there are those who don’t, but it’s kind of hard to imagine. It’s a cheerful, low impact holiday, except for the vast amount of cooking required – and then you get to eat it, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a graduate of Catholic school – “Twelve years in the navy blue,” she used to tell people. It was a big deal 40  or 50 years ago. We scrapped in the streets with the public school kids  … Continue reading →

Kage Baker hated paperwork. When something came to her that required her detailed perusal – a contract, an interview, insurance or tax forms – she’d hold it up with her hands under her chin like a very sad squirrel, and … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never thought of herself as brave. In fact, she regarded herself, in a frank self-examining sort of way, as pretty much a coward. I have no idea why, because she wasn’t – despite being afraid of a great … Continue reading →

Kage Baker disliked change. She fought it grimly in her private life, and in fact spent a good amount of time replacing things she had lost from her life at earlier dates – candies, art, outre holiday deco, defunct but … Continue reading →