I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done.
I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them.
I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC.
It's hard for me to pick a favorite, too, but I also like and remember Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening." That's the one I decided to memorize to recite to the class back in grade school. It still often pops in my mind. I think it's the easy rhythm and rhyme and the great description so well woven in. The only favorite book I remember is from way back also, "The Little Airplane." Maybe these are because I'm still a kid, even though seven decades later.
my phone does it all but I am constantly frustrated with the amount of text messages I received during the election and now with Christmas approaching. I'm spending too much time blocking numbers and reporting them as spam.
Every New Year is different. This year was nice because we celebrated family Christmas at home this year. My two oldest boys never show up. They are missed.
The weather was on our side, and we had a nice time chatting and catching up on family news on New Years Day. Even the New York section of the group was here. Family left before the storm moved in. By morning we had 2 more feet of snow.
New Years Eve was quiet. This year we just turned in early and woke up in 2025.
Some years we watch the ball drop in NY city on TV. Other years we just watch TV or read until lights out. One year quietly moves out and leaves room for the New Year to move in.
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