Once upon a time, in a land far away… there is a place called Grey. I can feel the sunshine on my arm, gazing out the truck window at the rolling and wild countryside, the smell of the earth, the crunching of the gravel underneath our tires as we made our way up the long drive, enchantment lay before me. I don’t recall how we … Continue reading Those Ghosts Of Grey
Irish is out on the stoop, eye’s half closed, in resting pose. Birds greet the morning light. And I? I sit here in this old wicker armchair of Tim’s, typing away. Typing if only because they say that to one day have any chance at all of attracting that whiff of inspiration, one must show up every day. So here I am. I sit hear … Continue reading Chick-a-dee-dee-dee & A Rat-Ta-Tat-Tat
Suppose I’m as guilty as anyone, but still. Reading the LFP this morning and came across this; DEAR AMY: My husband was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer last fall. He has been on chemotherapy, but two regimens have ceased to contain it and the overall prognosis is not good. At the most, it is unlikely he will survive more than a year from diagnosis. … Continue reading Dear Amy, How Do I Tell Them To Stop?
SEPT. 16/73 – Lost another tooth this week. Lower right next to front one. Seems strange…just as Lexi gets a tooth Paula loses one. She really is enjoying school. Walks every morning & walks home every night. She is learning to read and is delighted with it. I have her read when she comes home & she is really getting along fine. Certainly is a … Continue reading Wednesday’s Child Is Full Of Woe
Discovered recently that among some of the citizens of this city, our river has developed a bad rap. A co-worker recently referred to it as a ” stinking cesspool “. And I asked her so you’ve spent time by the Thames recently? Ah, no, was her reply. Riiiight. “The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, … Continue reading Just Another Dirty River
She has a gentle soul, and an inner joyful vibe she emits. When we stroll through the village, her golden fleece and wise eyes always get a comment. “What is she?“, or “she looks like a teddy bear” someone said once. On that January night if she had not showed up at our door, if she had not run after her old owners car, if … Continue reading A Dog Named Irish
Dawn broke to the first notes of the Cardinal that resides in the nearby trees. Although I’ve not seen him yet, he’s been increasingly more vocal over the last week; sure sign that spring has sprung. The Village was silent, but for his song. Now the night comes to an end, and the light returns, and everyone begins their slow, or sometimes rushed morning routine. … Continue reading Through Yonder Window
It had been well over 9 months, the last time I saw him. And then he bikes passed me on the street, we looked back at the same time – that blue.eyed.man and I. As we shared that one brief glimpse, his expression vague, now – was it amusement? Or surprise? Then a couple of weeks ago, as I came upon the soup aisle, there … Continue reading Thinking About Those People You Shouldn’t Be Thinking About
You probably won’t be surprised to hear I’m up again well before the crack of dawn. It’s technically still night for most. I mean, I was zonked out by 8:30 last night, so 3ish am isn’t horribly little sleep. May have just been the howling wind that woke me, and not Irish with her cold nose (as I suspect). Windy out all day yesterday, and … Continue reading On Waking In The Night To The Howling Wind
And now abideth faith, hope, and love, even these three: but the chiefest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 It was 3:30 AM and my legs were aching. Just finished two full out on the go day’s at work. Difficult days. Stressful days, filled with many complicated puzzles. But good, real, real good. I work with a team that makes it, a dare I … Continue reading Her
Rea came for a visit recently and of course, per usual, the topic eventually came round to the mystical. You know us Mom, two fey‘s from the same fey pod. She is one of the few persons in this universe that completely gets the world, as I get the world. The two of us are so attracted to symbolism, iconography, and all that hoogy-moogy magical … Continue reading My Babylonian Sister
Now, the weather outside is frightful, when inside it is so delightful…and it snowed, and it snowed, and it snowed. Hadn’t pretty much all winter, but it made up for it this past weekend. Then once the snow had all fallen, the temperature dipped to -25 (or more) for about 48 hours or so. Even had to drag out my -40 big-ass Sorel moon boots … Continue reading Fixing A Scratch In My Vinyl
I believe that every woman should at some point in their life create a self-directed sexual portrait. I know, this isn’t something that you feel comfortable with. I get that. I read a few years ago that book you kept hidden under your bed when we were young. Lex found it, of course. And I inadvertently ended up buying it at a second-hand book shop. … Continue reading Don’t Sit Your Naked Bum On Grandma’s Velvet Settee
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