Husband is back inside after a second go-round with the snow blower. Suffice it to say, there’s a whole lot of snow out there. It remains one of my least favorite times of the year. I hate wearing clothes and the time spent bundling and unbundling is an aggravation. Sigh. 😦 And yet, FWP. I amContinue reading “Feels ‘n J On The Porch”
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Candles
Husband and I just returned from a walk with FurButt. While I ponder and type, he is undecorating the house from the holidays. Wreaths in windows: down and stored. Lighted greenery with big red bows: removed and tucked into boxes. Candles in the windows: staying. We’ve decided to keep the candles in the windows forContinue reading “Candles”
Tree
God nudged me awake at 1:40am. I prefer to say it this way because it makes me feel like my being awake while the world sleeps has purpose. It’s not a madness; it’s a gift. Leastwise, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I read for a little while but knew that this wasContinue reading “Tree”
There Is No Try
Luke: Master, moving stones around is one thing. This is totally different. Yoda: No. No different. Only different in your mind. You must unlearn what you have learned. Luke: All right, I’ll give it a try. Yoda: No, try not. Do… or do not. There is no try. As I sit here in my office,Continue reading “There Is No Try”
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