A Cafe For Authors and Avid Readers
For years I tried to ignore it... the towering mess, the computer wedged beside the scrumpled mouse pad, half buried under unpaid bills, important notes!!! concerning plots now forgotten, recipes for endive soufflee, the printer shoved teetering half off the side of the rickety card table, with the one, threatening to collapse leg, since like forever, that I used as a desk - itself an over-spill from…Continue
This morning, the 19th of May (already?) I turned myself into a female Golum, by doing what I love, second best--- playing in mud, aka dragging out the crusty tile cutter, battered and rust stained, the diamond wheel turned to zircon wheel, smoking and fuming after myriad uses. The reason for my muddy estate, frizzy mud-drizzled hair, smeared glasses and a wet mucky swath striping down the middle, forehead to toes, thanks to the wheel's back wash, was due to my addiction to…Continue
Don't you love bird song in the am…?
I have one that sounds liquid, like a waterfall, though I too couldn't tell a woodpecker from a sparrow. Where I live it is is by the ocean with lots of rough dog runs and 'people-forged nature trails' and a cliff in back that always makes me wonder when it will come tumbling down… it has to do with the underlying layers. So far, even after the drenching, we've enjoyed here in parched CA, thank God it has stayed buttressed.
Back to wild…Continue