DOORBELL PIZZA DELIVERY
My daughter and I ordered pizza for supper one night, delivery.
The electric doorbell rang.
Then the antique hand turn, brass in the door bell rang.
My daughter went downstairs, received, paid for, the pizza...
came back upstairs laughing.
The pizza delivery person "just HAD to" ring the antique hand turn, brass in the door bell, because "it is SO awesome!"
June 2014
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
VACATION TIME
VACATION TIME
21 DECEMBER 2015 MONDAY
vacation...time means nothing today...
days and nights will go by quickly...
but...I...do...not...have...to...hurry...
time means nothing today
vacation
21 DECEMBER 2015 MONDAY
vacation...time means nothing today...
days and nights will go by quickly...
but...I...do...not...have...to...hurry...
time means nothing today
vacation
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Saturday, December 19, 2015
TIRED SANTA
TIRED SANTA - 19 December 2015 Saturday
'Tis the season for Christmas decorations, including the now semi-
popular cute, inflatable, light up at night Christmas objects and scenes.
This past week, one morning on my way to work for 11:30 AM, I
spied a deflated flat face forward to the ground Santa.
I chuckled. I remember from Christmas Past experiences just how that
Tired Santa feels!
Artwork by Masha Hoffey |
popular cute, inflatable, light up at night Christmas objects and scenes.
This past week, one morning on my way to work for 11:30 AM, I
spied a deflated flat face forward to the ground Santa.
I chuckled. I remember from Christmas Past experiences just how that
Tired Santa feels!
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Wednesday, December 9, 2015
WINTER COLORS
Winter is coming
New Englanders dressing in browns, blacks, greys
Bundled up for the season
When we should be dancing,
Projecting in the bright warm colors of fire, orange and red and bright
pinks and blues and plaids
Winter Colors
24 October 2015 Saturday
Winter is coming
New Englanders dressing in browns, blacks, greys
Bundled up for the season
When we should be dancing,
Projecting in the bright warm colors of fire, orange and red and bright
pinks and blues and plaids
Winter Colors
24 October 2015 Saturday
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Monday, December 7, 2015
CLEANING OUT "STUFF"
CLEANING OUT "STUFF"
Rearranged some "stuff" which means rearranging a place to put "stuff"
displaced by rearranging.
And more "stuff" to go through
Like a constant puzzle
26 September 2015 Saturday 5:41 PM, excerpt from text to my sister
Rearranged some "stuff" which means rearranging a place to put "stuff"
displaced by rearranging.
And more "stuff" to go through
Like a constant puzzle
26 September 2015 Saturday 5:41 PM, excerpt from text to my sister
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
HERE THERE BE DRAGONS
HERE THERE BE DRAGONS
AISLE 6
I had a Gift Certificate to use from ENCHANTED FOX store. I rounded out my purchases with the bumper sticker, a favorite saying of mine, "DO NOT MEDDLE IN THE AFFIRS OF DRAGONS...FOR YOU ARE CRUNCHY & GOOD WITH KETCHUP".
I am not using it as a bumper sticker. It sits here on my laptop when I am not using my laptop.
One of my numbers is number 6.
I went to SHAW's grocery store a few days later.
I chose Aisle 6 to check out.
The woman in front of me, who also wears glasses - I wear glasses - had on a sweat shirt with a DRAGON and the words BROOKLYN DRAGONS across the front.
DO NOT MEDDLE IN THE AFFAIRS OF DRAGONS...FOR YOU ARE CRUNCHY AND GOOD WITH KETCHUP.
Here There Be Dragons
AISLE 6
I had a Gift Certificate to use from ENCHANTED FOX store. I rounded out my purchases with the bumper sticker, a favorite saying of mine, "DO NOT MEDDLE IN THE AFFIRS OF DRAGONS...FOR YOU ARE CRUNCHY & GOOD WITH KETCHUP".
I am not using it as a bumper sticker. It sits here on my laptop when I am not using my laptop.
One of my numbers is number 6.
I went to SHAW's grocery store a few days later.
I chose Aisle 6 to check out.
The woman in front of me, who also wears glasses - I wear glasses - had on a sweat shirt with a DRAGON and the words BROOKLYN DRAGONS across the front.
DO NOT MEDDLE IN THE AFFAIRS OF DRAGONS...FOR YOU ARE CRUNCHY AND GOOD WITH KETCHUP.
Here There Be Dragons
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20 November 2015 Friday 9:35 AM
20 November 2015 Friday 9:35AM
Mild temperature for a November day. Sunny after night rain and cloudy day yesterday. Raked up dry white pine needles and beautiful pine cones this week. Grass smothered by dry white pine needles exposed again, springing back to life more quickly than I realized was possible. Resilient. A few more pine cones dropped rom the trees during last night rain. No needles to speak of, though. Yay!
It was a half moon last night. I seem to write more as the moon waxes to full, then, as the moon wanes to new, my energy seems to ebb as well.
Is it worth tracking this tendency
Mild temperature for a November day. Sunny after night rain and cloudy day yesterday. Raked up dry white pine needles and beautiful pine cones this week. Grass smothered by dry white pine needles exposed again, springing back to life more quickly than I realized was possible. Resilient. A few more pine cones dropped rom the trees during last night rain. No needles to speak of, though. Yay!
It was a half moon last night. I seem to write more as the moon waxes to full, then, as the moon wanes to new, my energy seems to ebb as well.
Is it worth tracking this tendency
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Friday, November 20, 2015
Fortune Tellers, Palm Readers, Prophets, Tarot Cards, See-ers
20 November 2015 Friday
Fortune Tellers, Palm Readers, Prophets, Tarot Cards, See-ers
A 'Mona Lisa' smile shadowed her face and blue eyes behind glasses.
"It's not that I believe in Fortune Telling, Palm Reading, Prophets, Tarot Card Reading, See-ing. It's that I don't not believe.
There are False Fortune Tellers, False Palm Readers, False Prophets, False Tarot Card Readers, False See-ers.
And then there are the TRUE Ones.
It is the TRUE Fortune Tellers, TRUE Palm Readers, TRUE Prophets, TRUE Tarot Card Readers, TRUE See-ers of whom I am wary.
It is for both of these reasons that I am hesitant to have my fortune, future, told to me, and or others, by any of them.
I do not want to know - from them."
Fortune Tellers, Palm Readers, Prophets, Tarot Cards, See-ers
A 'Mona Lisa' smile shadowed her face and blue eyes behind glasses.
"It's not that I believe in Fortune Telling, Palm Reading, Prophets, Tarot Card Reading, See-ing. It's that I don't not believe.
There are False Fortune Tellers, False Palm Readers, False Prophets, False Tarot Card Readers, False See-ers.
And then there are the TRUE Ones.
It is the TRUE Fortune Tellers, TRUE Palm Readers, TRUE Prophets, TRUE Tarot Card Readers, TRUE See-ers of whom I am wary.
It is for both of these reasons that I am hesitant to have my fortune, future, told to me, and or others, by any of them.
I do not want to know - from them."
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Real and Imaginary Worlds
19 November 2015 Thursday
Real and Imaginary Worlds
She explained, "Usually My Real World This Life has to take precedence over My Imaginary World. Occasionally, especially when I am writing, My Imaginary World is uppermost over My Real World This Life.
It is when the worlds merge, collide, that things can get interesting."
Real and Imaginary Worlds
She explained, "Usually My Real World This Life has to take precedence over My Imaginary World. Occasionally, especially when I am writing, My Imaginary World is uppermost over My Real World This Life.
It is when the worlds merge, collide, that things can get interesting."
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Thursday, November 19, 2015
There Must Be A Lion In Here Somewhere!
18 November 2015 Wednesday
"There must be a lion in here somewhere!", she exclaimed, raking up tawny and henna dry white pine needles and cones the colors of lion manes.
"There must be a lion in here somewhere!", she exclaimed, raking up tawny and henna dry white pine needles and cones the colors of lion manes.
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Sunset Mirror Mirror Sunset
17 November 2015 Tuesday
Sunset in my rear view mirror...turquoise blue, pastel pink, light orange, smoky purple...my rear view mirror in sunset.
Sunset in my rear view mirror...turquoise blue, pastel pink, light orange, smoky purple...my rear view mirror in sunset.
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Monday, November 16, 2015
White Pine Tree Cones and Christmas Memories
16 November 2015 Monday
Once again the majestic tall old white pine trees in front of our house have produced a bumper crop of beautiful white pine tree cones. One Christmas daughter Courtney and I put pipe cleaners and googly eyes on them, made them into Pine Cone People Christmas Tree Ornaments and gave them as Christmas presents. We still have the ones we made for us, and the others we made for people and animal companions no longer with us.
Once again the majestic tall old white pine trees in front of our house have produced a bumper crop of beautiful white pine tree cones. One Christmas daughter Courtney and I put pipe cleaners and googly eyes on them, made them into Pine Cone People Christmas Tree Ornaments and gave them as Christmas presents. We still have the ones we made for us, and the others we made for people and animal companions no longer with us.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Angel Frog Prince Butterfly Ring Holder by Elizabeth Taylor
How Not To Get Published by Elizabeth Taylor
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Butterflies and Nancy Drew by Elizabeth Taylor
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