The Douglas Fir cones have fallen. I believe they are beginning to open. Shabbat shalom . . .
Like a butterfly (or like a fly with butter on his wings), stuff continues to flutter this way. You know about “stuff”, right? The good stuff, the… Read more “Flutter here, flutter there.”
Dear Mom, Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy this rose I picked for you. Watch for a framed 8×10 print in the mail. I’ll call you later… Read more “Happy Birthday to Mom”
Imogen Heap’s original lyrics notwithstanding, this cover of “Hide and Seek” is amazing, most things considered. And notwithstanding, as I said. Tf3‘s self-titled album will be released soon… Read more “Amazing. Notwithstanding.”
I hope you are down for a load of ups (keep hovering over the captions and they will expand): Shabbat shalom.
I’d just settled into my chair when the gift arrived. The music has been a party-full of presents all week, some of them with true presence, but… Read more “Like a present, but for ‘now’ it’s better.”
From a human perspective, the odds are always even. Given x as anything at all, x either is or is not. On one hand, I like that. The hand… Read more “Even Odds”
At 7:02 this morning I tried to ignore the music, the horrible song that was playing on 89.9 All Classical radio. Mr. Dvořák sir, that is one… Read more “tuned in”
I walked up the hill and to the right toward the garden. Along the way, I saw two of these: Next, I saw these: Once in the… Read more “Further on the Path”
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