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January 4, 2014 Image

“Time To Say Goodbye” is playing
from the album “Believe”

damn it
NO!
I don’t want it to be time to say goodbye
though after goodbye there is hello
it’s out of my hands
trying to let it all go

1:21am
Pandora
Classical For Studying Radio
January 4, 2014

January 3, 2014 Image

Blue dog had me laughing on the sidewalk this morning. First, he unearthed this ginormous stick from under the snow, then he turned around and proceeded to carry it home, with his tail wagging to and fro. Every so often he’d turning his head to the side and grin at me, careful to keep his prized giant stick clamped between his wolf-like teeth. This dog, he’s good for me in so many ways. There was no stopping for a photo op either, I took this photo on the move. I took several. This is the only one that shows the whole entire stick, end to end, as well as the end of my gray mittened hand. We’re inside now. Thawing out. Escapades from our second walk of the day. There will be more. Escapades and walks. For the record, I call this, “Blue’s Stick Relocation Program.” He picks them up here, drops them there, and circles back to pick them up again, days later. Funniest of all, was Blue looking over toward Luna’s fence as he walked by. Wanting to show off to his best girl just a l’il, like the hound dog that he is when it comes to pretty girl dogs, squirrels and rabbits. Dog. He’s a dog. Mine. Well, we belong to each other. Woof.

January 3, 2014

January 3, 2014

like a river

My words. They are pouring out of me right now. Pouring forth at all hours of the day and night. I need to channel them, like water flowing between the banks of a river, but mostly, I just have to write them.

January 3, 2014
Excerpt from an email I sent earlier this morning. Here is the email time stamp, stating date and time, “On Fri, Jan 3, 2014 at 10:07 AM.”

January 2, 2014

disaster averted

My coffee pot flubbed up this morning. Just two cups were brewed and the rest of the pot wouldn’t drain on through. WTH?! I didn’t panic. I didn’t stomp or cuss. I talked to it nicely, and said, “Why won’t you make coffee?!” Then I calmly opened up the top of the coffee machine and jiggled the carafe atop the warmer, like any sane person would do. The best part is, it worked! Woo hoo! Pouring my first of two mugs now. *whew* Yes, I talk to inanimate objects. Don’t you?!

January 2, 2014

January 2, 2014 Image

therefined:

“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”

Snail mail still has a special place in our fast moving, e-communique world. This reblogged post explains it beautifully. Best of all, you can see the uniqueness of the sender’s handwriting, and read and reread the contents of the envelope at your leisure. I save letters and cards. I do. I have for many, many years. ~Janean

January 1, 2014 Image

Time to play, “The Matching Game.” It was my husband who collected Hallmark ornaments. First Star Trek and then later, when they were released, Star Wars. He always said they were worth more if we kept the boxes too. Unpacking boxes and unwrapping from bubble wrap to hang them on the tree. Then, less than a month later, pairing up the ornament with the picture on the box and wrapping them up in plastic bubble protection once more. Love. His for space movies and their universe of collectibles. Mine for him. Our sons share his love of SciFi. I’m boxing them up carefully because someday this collection will be divided between my boys and hang in their respective homes. When that day comes there will be room on my tree for different ornaments. You know, all the non-SciFi ones.

January 1, 2014
2:35pm
I’m still procrastinating by writing, but at least I started AND I’m standing up!