Yesterday morning and a small mystery: I was in the kitchen putting a quiche in the oven when I heard a loud, clanging bang. Was that the front storm door? Had I not fastened it well? As it turned out, it was the garage door. The cable that raises and lowers the door snapped and whacked […]
Jan 19, 2017
A Cold, Dampish, Winter Day Warmed by Cozy Critters
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Yesterday was cold and dampish, the sort of day that made you want to come in by the fireside and sit down for coffee and cookies with friends. So, that’s what we did. In this, the first meeting of the critique group since before Christmas, all were present and accounted for. We had a lot of […]
Jan 17, 2017
A Legacy of Reading
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What is your legacy? What did you inherit? What was handed down to you from someone in your past? A hefty bank account? A home? A prized possession? Or, was it something more intangible and even more precious? I like watching The Antiques Roadshow. It’s always heart-warming when an item is brought to the show […]
Jan 15, 2017
Tribal Customs
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Routines are nice as long as they don’t become ruts. Routines are not the same as schedules. A schedule seems rather inflexible and fixed, but a routine is a pattern that gives meaning to a day. Routines are more like tribal customs. In the dim, dark ages that many people have never experienced, those days before […]
Jan 12, 2017
A Hedgehog or a Turtle Day?
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Among the gifts my children gave me at Christmas was this happy little hedgehog. He sits atop my computer and looks on with interest as I type the current suspenseful scene in By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. This hedgehog is more than he seems at first glance. He reverses, and becomes a turtle. […]
Jan 9, 2017
Danger from Below
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For small birds and animals, danger lurks below them and above them. Caution and alertness are the watchwords of their day. As I glanced out my window a couple of days ago, I blinked and looked again. Under the bird feeder sat a hawk. He just sat on the ground, looking all around him, hooked beak […]
