“Spin all your dreams on the wheel of the year; summer will come ’round again…”
“Spin all your dreams on the wheel of the year; summer will come ’round again…”
Arg…sometimes my brain has other ideas and sleeping isn’t one of them. I have a back room in my brain. It’s where I keep plans, projects and problems I’m not immediately working on. Sometimes it gets quite crowded and generally I keep it orderly by making lists of All The Things. Lately, though, with the… Continue Reading
“Well. Here we are!” This has become my traditional toast and since Gandalf and Pippin can’t hold a wine glass I hear an imaginary *clink* as we salute this night. Christmas lights are bright, my fireplace is toasty and this year Loreena McKennitt has joined my Winter Solstice music companions Jennifer Cutting and the Windham… Continue Reading
Damn. The expectant sock hung there, visible proof that the mental pat on the back earlier that day was prematurely delivered. Santa is supposed to know whose socks are where. After all, Twinkle was home at her apartment so why shouldn’t her sock be there, too? Never mind that we hadn’t done it that way… Continue Reading