These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations.
Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free.
Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written.
What a great feeling it will be when you come out of winter hibernation with the snow and cold gone and find the HiLo begging to make a run somewhere since you did so much now.
Loved your well-written tale of your Otter 🦦 alien 👽 tail! Makes me wonder 🤔 if they were following us 30 years ago in Oregon? I've never written about it but it could be a post!
Anyway they sounded very decent and no probes involved! Write ✍️ on indeed!
I also find that the more I have to to, the less likely any of it gets done.Take a break over the winter, get back to it in the spring, and make a New Year resolution that everything else takes a back seat until it's finished.
AmyJo-Thankful in heart, no, I didn't see any Marbles on the spacecraft. Sorry to hear you've lost your Marbles again. I'd be happy to share mine; I still have one marble left.
Wordsmitty ✍️, yes, Allen and the crew visit us often, but unfortunately in Earth years, that's only one a decade so it's looking like ten more years of raking leaves.
On Saturday one of my stepdaughters and her family came over for an early Thanksgiving dinner together because they live four hours away and usually spend Thanksgiving with other relatives. Also, in our neck of the woods, and their neck of the prairie as well, winter weather can make travel difficult, so we wanted to get together before winter weather hits.
It was a fun day, but a bit tiring since we are not used to young children, especially children as full of energy as our twin grandaughters. But, they listen well, are very well behaved, and the weather did provide them some time outside to run and play with the dogs. In fact, they taught Bellah, our Austrailian Shepard how to play volleyball. They would hit the ball back and forth and Bellah would try to get it, but soon she figured out how to jump up and hit it with her nose back to them.
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