How To Be Human
Perhaps its age that does it, but lately I’ve had this snarky “remind me why I give a shite again?” voice that pops up every once in a while. Like the other night, out for dinner with the bunch. It was your youngest Granddaughters’ 12th birthday. I had been over at Crossroad Man’s, grabbing my sunglasses I’d left and a quick chat, as I knew … Continue reading How To Be Human
Those Ghosts Of Grey
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
At Ground-level It All Makes Sense
I can hear the sound of wet tires on pavement as the Village comes back to life. The Cardinals were up bright and early, heralding the dawn as they do these early spring mornings. It must have rained all night, but thankfully the thunder was brief, or else I would have had a furry companion last night. Irish hates storms. She sat with me last … Continue reading At Ground-level It All Makes Sense
Worlds Within Worlds Within Worlds
not my first, not the last, but one of the best. Zaki, a boy on the magical way. Cupid nor Robin , Apollo, or Feng Meng know just the same way. A contest? I don’t enter contests. But I love and admire authors and I am compelled. So check out REVIS over on 33 Grams Of Blog. Continue reading Worlds Within Worlds Within Worlds
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee & A Rat-Ta-Tat-Tat
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
A Sonata For Moonlight
Waiting for my ride @5:45 AM in The Village Moonlight – Electric Cello (Inspired by Beethoven) – ThePianoGuys posted in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge | half-light Continue reading A Sonata For Moonlight
Dear Amy, How Do I Tell Them To Stop?
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?
Wednesday’s Child Is Full Of Woe
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
Just Another Dirty River
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
The Dance Of Milkweed And Lace
“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire SUBJECT: Milkweed Seeds caught in Queen Anne’s Lace LOCATION: Euston Meadow, London Ontario EQUIPMENT: Canon ELPH135 In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge … Continue reading The Dance Of Milkweed And Lace
A Dog Named Irish
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
One Love
Light streamed in through the doorway illuminating her room, lying on that hard cot beside her hospital bed, I asked, “what did you love most about your life Mom?” And she said…I loved being a Mom. Posted in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge | ONE LOVE. Continue reading One Love
Through Yonder Window
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
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