Saturday, January 22, 2011
This is how I spent my Saturday.... it was nice to see old friends and make new ones too. The King was here but the Queen was down south at a different event. They are trying to get to as many as they can. It is a noble effort.
We have been blessed with a succession of excellent Barons and Baronesses here, and I am sure the new ones will be every bit as good. They have begun well and graciously. I met the Baroness at work a few days ago, and she was delightful. I hope I get to go to a few more events this year.... I enjoy the chance to live The Dream!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The Title for this piece is actually "Scrat's Continental Crack Up" .... who knew the squirrel had a name? Makes me laugh so hard I get a sideache every time I see him. In fact I love the whole movie franchise.... slapstick humor with prehistoric beasties.... good stuff! The newest comes out in July. In 3D.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
So far we have been very fortunate (if you aren't a school age child!) to have escaped the main fury of the last two storms that swept up the east coast in a swirl of frozen crystal. We got a sprinkling both times, a bit more the second. It was magical to watch it come down though, after I was safely home from work. Sleet and freezing rain fell first but most roads are well enough travelled that there wasn't much ice accumulation before the snow came. There wasn't too much to clean up after. The sand trucks were idling away all day on the side of the road.... sure hope we have the money when the real snow comes later in the season.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Nature's fireworks are so much better than man's, don't you think?
Do you have any plans for this new year? Mine all revolve around reducing debt and being creative. Both are possible, though not being able to do handwork for awhile will put a cramp in the latter, or at least make me be more imaginative!
Cheers to you and yours, and may your 2011 be far better than your 2010.
I heard in Addison’s Walk a bird sing clear:
This year the summer will come true. This year. This year.
Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees
This year nor want of rain destroy the peas.
This year time’s nature will no more defeat you.
Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you.
This time they will not lead you round and back
To Autumn, one year older, by the well worn track.
This year, this year, as all these flowers foretell,
We shall escape the circle and undo the spell.
Often deceived, yet open once again your heart,
Quick, quick, quick, quick! – the gates are drawn apart. C.S.Lewis