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Daisy the Pig
My only intention was to feed a stray cat. Nothing in life is ever simple though, so why should I expect said feeding of cat to be? That’s right – I shouldn’t. A few days back, I was sitting in the living room, talking with hubby while he was eating lunch. My chair is...
Random Ramblings – Nine
Good morning! Or whatever part of the day it is when you are reading this… good that. I’m sitting here in hubby’s office, looking out the window as I try to figure out how to put two and two together via words and make sentences. There’s a contrail or a chemtrail –...
NaNo – Uh-oh?
November is National Novel Writing Month – aka NaNoWriMo. Simply put, it’s a fun, free-for-all, stress-filled gambit wherein writers of all levels of experience make solemn vows under the full moon (not really… well, maybe some do) that they will attempt to write a...
Random Ramblings – Eight
What a week. Whew! Surgery is over, I had that yesterday, and I am happily recovering at home. Currently, Pip the Kitten is acting as my foot warmer, and I’m comfortable. More comfortable, if a bit weaker, than I was Tuesday. I was expecting that but it’s still...
On the Matter of Epitaphs
Epitaphs have been on my mind the last few days. Yes, part of that is probably due in part to the fact that I’m having surgery this week, but it could also be the October effect kicking in. Tis the season where people share pictures of cemeteries and grave...
Stray Characters
John Hudson intrigues me. Given that I’m “finished” with the Olman County series, this is a bit of a perturbing development. Nonetheless, he does. When I first set up that series, John was a nasty piece of work. He was a chip off his old man’s block, his mother’s son...
In the Middle of the Night
If you have the Billy Joel song stuck in your head after reading that post title, you’re welcome. So do I. I miss being a night owl. For most of my life, even when I was a kid, I loved staying awake until the wee hours. That’s where I found a lot of magic, where I did...