A most memorable gift.
I know that somewhere in the blogosphere, someone is responding to the prompt “what is the most memorable gift you’ve ever received” with “my children.” My teeth grind just thinking about it. A child is a cooperative effort. They’re also work, which is unlike most presents. Except for puzzles, though you have to be careful when it comes to giving puzzles to people. They might … Continue reading A most memorable gift.
Never parched.
It’s a moody beast and we complain upon seeing its approach, but I miss the rain if it’s absent for more than a day or two. Week or two. Some might say “glutton for punishment,” but we’re the world we inhabit and my world is one of lush greens most of the time. I like the wet. If rainclouds were bright, they’d be more welcomed … Continue reading Never parched.
Why do you write?
I’m doing Bloganuary again this year, though I still think it should be “bloguary.” Why am I doing it again? Why not? It’s a way to start the new year with a kick of busyness. This is a good thing. We’re not unlike rocks with our tendency to inertia – a body at rest tends to stay at rest. I’m bored with being becalmed, however, … Continue reading Why do you write?
I’ve got that joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.
Sunday school is a long time ago, but some things stick with you. Music especially welds itself into my brain, never to be released. This was a good thing when I was performing in various choirs, but annoying when I make myself porridge and the Quaker Oats “we’re going to make a hot cereal lover out of you” ditty starts playing in my brain. Music … Continue reading I’ve got that joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.
From Famine to Feast 