6:00 a.m. The roads are bad today. Attila called me when he arrived at work to warn me about it, and to offer advice on which roads to take to my appointment this morning. This is the worst part about winter, travel on bad roads. Tank and I will be fine, universe willing, but it… Continue reading An Amble Scramble Day
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
I just delighted myself by reading ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas aloud to myself. Many decades too late to delight my Granny, and my Mother, who read us poetry every night as bedtime stories. When I was four my Granny and Mother helped me memorize this poem, to recite at a school Christmas Concert, at… Continue reading ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
Music
This morning I’ve decided to resume muffin baking. To that end a tub of frozen pureed squash has been fetched from the freezer in the basement, and is thawing on the kitchen counter. I love live music. This is something I discovered in my thirties, after my first marriage ended, and my own likes and… Continue reading Music
Cold Snap
It is 6:30 a.m., I’ve been up and about for several hours. Attila left for work half an hour ago. It is a lovely time of day, at this time of year. The coloured lights on the Christmas Tree cast twinkling colour on the tinsel, as the forced air heating sets the airwaves in motion… Continue reading Cold Snap
Blowing Snow
There are theories about chaos, official theories, well thought out theories, exploitable theories. But chaos as I know it on a first-name-basis, is not subject to any theory. Of course, I try, I really try, to fit it into some kind of a manageable box, where I can view it from the outside, comfortably. And… Continue reading Blowing Snow