“Hey, you sass that hoopy Quiltr.com reader? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” Apologies to Douglas Adams. Continue reading →
To be matter of fact about the world is to blunder into fantasy and dull fantasy at that as the real world is strange and wonderful. — Robert A. Heinlein
Then I started to head out to the mailbox with tonight’s postcard when I suddenly realized – tomorrow’s Sunday, nitwit! no mail! – so I laughed despite the sadness of no mail tomorrow (I’ve only gotten two postcards so far) all the way back upstairs with my postcard. Two will go out on Monday. Continue reading →
Looking up, during •
the mailbox run by moonlight, •
at the moon and clouds. Continue reading →
Yes, it’s a tree-covered hill and yes thre are some wires too but it’s my daily view. Continue reading →
I am more and more convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.
