sevenish

I know you won't believe this but someone *GASP* tagged me.  I thought everyone on the internet knew how I felt about being tagged (I'm not fond of it).  But there was someone who didn't know that camikaos... she don't do tags...  But I like her, and I have nothing else to write about today … Continue reading sevenish

today

What I'd like to do today is contemplate.  Hope.  Dream.  I'd like to watch a new era rush in with the inauguration of this President.  This man that gives me some hope for our future. I'd like to believe. We got him this far... let's see what he can do.

dooooood…

I had a few posts all planned in my head... inluding a thing I was tagged for (no that does not mean you can tag me... don't you dare, I am off limits for tagging, this is a special occasion).  But then the day got really short and suddenly it was night time and we … Continue reading dooooood…

the timpani

As I sit on our big leather sofa drinking cider watching Mike talk with his hands I want to close my eyes.  Close them and listen, not just to the sound of my man's voice, but to the echo of his words as they bounce of the timpani. The big copper  kettle stands waist high … Continue reading the timpani