It’s cold this morning. You may live in parts of the world where twenty-three degrees would be considered a heat wave, but I’m not. I live in NW Arkansas and it’s cold! Rain that surely must be ice is on the streets, a dusting of snow like spilled flour, drifts across grass and pavement. I […]
Jan 12, 2019
Dismality and Other Dreadful Drearies
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Outside my window, the day is gray. Not only is it gray, it’s gray and wet. There’s no beautiful, white snow to create a lovely etching. No flowers to brighten the day, just a lot of dismality. So, what to do? Well, I shut the drapes (Is this a sign that I bury my head […]
Jan 3, 2019
No Icing on This Winter Day
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Yesterday, it rained, just a hint of ice in the rain. This morning, the temperature is above freezing. We still have a chance for snow tonight and tomorrow. Will it happen? Only The Shadow knows. (heh). For those of you who think the holidays have driven me a bit barmy, The Shadow was an old-time […]
Dec 22, 2018
When a Cat Comes Calling
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I have a soft spot in my heart for Manx cats. My mother’s cat, Boxcar, was a Manx. Boxcar had only one litter of kittens in her entire life, two little Siamese and a tiny runt, born a whole day after the first two. The little guy was a Manx and looked just like her. […]
Dec 21, 2018
The Places I’ve Been
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Books! And, the places they’ve taken me. I’ve always loved children’s books, especially at Christmas. Those three in the cover picture were read to many, many children through the years, starting with my son, then my kindergarteners, then my grandchildren. Books have taken me all over the world without even leaving town. And, the experiences […]
Dec 9, 2018
The Visitor Who Did Not Come
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A weather forecast promising four inches of snow, then two inches, then a dusting, then, maybe, nothing at all is singularly deflating. Yesterday was cold enough for snow, but it didn’t show up. What did show up was cold and a lot of nothing falling from the skies–not even oobleck, Dr. Seuss. In glancing back […]
