This morning the piper was paid. My arms are stiff, but I can still move, I can still eat and type, so all is well. Loading wood yesterday was a good idea. Tonight, after Attila gets home from work, we will give it another go. If this routine is maintained daily, the stiffness will gradually… Continue reading Filling the Woodshed
Author: Maggie Turner
The Peak of the Flood
Sunny! Warm! Gotta love it! The birds do, I can hear them through the open window. An open window! It has been an uneventful day, thank goodness. The flood waters continue to rise, and still have not peaked, according to the local news. I thought they had peaked, but Attila assures me that they have… Continue reading The Peak of the Flood
Stepdad
This morning we received a call from Attila’s Mom, her husband, Attila’s stepfather, passed away just after 8:00 a.m. this morning. He was not in the best of health, but still his passing is a shock. He was a gentleman, who always treated us with largess and welcome; he will be mourned and missed by… Continue reading Stepdad
Snowing Again
After two days of lovely sunshine, it is raining again. It is a cold, relentless rain, and, gasp, mixed at times with snow. I suppose it is an April Shower, but unlike the cheerful sounding name, there is nothing gentle about it. The temperature has slowly been dropping all day, and will dip below freezing… Continue reading Snowing Again
Helmet of Agism
I am looking at a catalogue of women’s tops. I like each and every piece that I view. And then it dawned on me. These tops look wonderful on the bean pole bodies, lithe and young, on which they are displayed. What I really want is the bean pole body that goes with the tops,… Continue reading Helmet of Agism