Fat and Festive

It’s late, and I’m late here. I woke a bit too early even for me and, resigned, went back to sleep. I knew it meant I’d wake later than I like for the day, but at least I won’t be ready for bed at supper time. (Or maybe I will. Sometimes I am.) Today, a

Oh Deer

How can you waste time? You have only so much to use, and no matter what you do, it still passes. Felix Salten, Bambi's Children    There he is, munching on the Virginia creeper vines which, in my mind, can’t be too tasty at this time of year as they’re mostly sticks. Perhaps the yearling

Monday, December 3, 2018

There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.  Ernest Hemingway Gerry and his brother head up to the ski hill, I head downstairs to the sanctuary of the woman cave to play with words and blast some