Fellow counselor giving cigarettes to his campers.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Fellow counselor giving cigarettes to his campers.
My late German mother-in-law was fond of the expression, and I do wonder what it lost in translation.
I never could tell if it was a grudging admiration or an underlying censure.
The times she used it, though, I felt we were actually living better – and more simply.
FLAY
FRAY
FADE
Are any of you amused by fellow bloggers who apologize for not posting during a hiatus in their otherwise self-imposed publishing schedule?
I am. And remember, my career as a journalist was filled with pressing newspaper deadlines where missing by a few minutes could be costly.
Blogging, in contrast, has none of those pressures, at least for most of us. I doubt that any of our followers is drooling in anticipation while awaiting our next post on whatever schedule we follow. Like every Wednesday or Friday, who’s counting? The important thing is to have something to say, usually gleaned from real life.
That’s assuming you have a routine. You do, don’t you?
In the bigger picture, I can think of some voices I miss, unfortunately long gone from the scene. Ones who even erased their contributions when they closed up shop. But they always appeared when they had something to relate, and it didn’t matter what day or week we were in.
Still, we post and/or schedule as best we can. We’re our own boss here, right?
And for the more inquisitive of us, when we fall behind your postings, we’ll catch up when you show up next round.
This is, after all, ultimately about sharing the joy and wonder or challenges of life where we encounter it.
And yes, even that “do wish you were here.”
For the record, I still regard many of you as pen pals. Remember what that was?
Now, to try to catch up with all that’s been happening on this end. That’s one thing I’ll admit can be frustrating.
“The warm air temperatures in the upper 60s Saturday afternoon may cause people to underestimate the dangers of the cold water temperatures which are currently in the mid 40s.”
Not to speak of the strong currents.
Gee, we are surrounded by danger in all this beauty.
REPTILE
DYSFUNCTION
Having rewatched the last episode of Ted Lasso, I think there’s enough good material to develop for at least one season without the central character.
Trent’s book even suggests the title.
Anyone else agree?
Florida as a place of limbo
olive-skinned and sly smile
dark eyes
how golden, the rites of passage
I’d rather skip
back to
at the intersection of North and South streets
welcome to Calais, Maine