Dec 06, 2008 10:42 AM
Stella
Nuova
Angelus Ad
Virginem
Edi Be Thu
Hevenqueene
Season's
greetings, my friend! Yes, Christmas is coming, and I'm always a
happy camper at this time of year. I rede you beware. LOL! It's a
fine frosty December morning here. There's a cold grey sky and
light wisps of snow fluttering about on the wind, a perfect day to
revel in the holiday spirit. I have my hot cup of coffee and the
fireplace lit, two cats snoozing on the bed behind me, and some
lovely Christmas music from Days Of Yore to help spin the holiday
spell. A perfect Saturday morning. The only thing we're missing
here is you. Read More...
Oct 07, 2008 01:00 PM
Okay,
my friend, I told you I had an apple pie story for
you.
Well, when I was 17 and a junior in high school my Dad sold the
house my sister and I had grown up in. She was away to college, and
Dad and I moved out into a little cracker box of a house in the
country that we rented. We really liked that little country house.
But Dad knew that once I graduated he was going to leave our
hometown for good because it was just too small a place for him to
put his life back together after all that the family had been
through. Read More...
Apr 06, 2007 06:36 PM
The
coffee is good. It's strong, and it's hot, and the aroma of it
fills the air at the small table by the window. Warmth. Comfort.
Shelter from the storm. All very good things in Life. Things to
embrace and enjoy whenever you are lucky enough to come across
them. Living can be tough enough on a day to day basis. No need to
make it any harder than it needs to be.
Outside
the big window the wind blows the rain sideways. The town's streets
are empty except for the occasional truck stopping at the light,
windshield wipers going, waiting for the light to change green to
go. It's cold and raw for a late summer day. Read More...
Apr 01, 2007 06:36 PM
It’s
been some time since I’ve actually sat down to write
something other than a short comment or pithy summary of some play,
movie, or some such thing. I used to write all the time. I'd write
letters and keep a journal. I'd write sometimes just to sort
through my own thoughts and see where they would lead me. That was
a good thing. Read More...