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.
Thanks for commenting Santeven Quokklaus. What makes it frustrating is explaining to people my need for solitude, especially while writing, or my enjoying working on projects alone only to have them acknowledge my request by showing up even more.
Wow... I can relate to this so much. People always think they are the most important thing to everyone and "arts and crafts" (like writing and sewing) don't mean much. I hope you find your quiet spot and you and your wife can get the important things eone - things you enjoy for yourself.
Yikes I think I'd have to call a septic cleaner to flush out my brain after meeting Norb... I'd send you my muse, but I need it (?) more than you do right now. Best wishes for getting a good one!
Glad you were able to get the journey done đ! Our water is yuk too, so can totally understand!I don't know where you you are but stay warm. We are in Mississippi and planning to move to Roanoke Virginia in the future. It will be colder there and will have snow âī¸ again! đ I pray you don't have to lay out money you don't have. I get what you mean.
Hope you have safe and awesome Christmas â. I appreciate your liking my blog and finally got a chance to see your writing đē!
Very nice and realistic about life and it's challenging times.
Be well đšđĒģ
My superpower is being able to ignore the "rules" about the order of drinking booze. Doesn't matter whether I (serially) drink wine with beer with tequila with whiskey with whatever else is out there, or in what order. It's not that I don't feel it the next day; it's that it doesn't matter when I drink which magical concoction.
AmyJo-Christmas wishes It's definitely a mystery, and perhaps would make a nice story. I'd prefer a happy ending, or a funny one, but it could also end sad or tragic.
We did have a great camping season, and so far it's been a pleasant fall, but snow is forecast and I'm not sure if I'm ready for it.
I've been thinking about a new muse myself. Or perhaps my muse, Halo, has decided to replace me and has moved on herself. Max, my Husky tries to help, but I have no idea what he's saying most of the time.
Talk about a mystery. Sounds like the start of a book. Who was the mysterious visitors? Did they have a message for you? What will you do with the information given to you?
I'm glad your RVing season was successful. Enjoy the fall/winter season coming upon us. I look forward to more of your (mis)adventures. How goes the Muse? I am going to put up an ad for a new muse, as I think Marbles has moved on...LOL
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 đĻĻ alien đŊ tail! Makes me wonder đ¤ 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 âī¸ on indeed!
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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