Almost 14 inches of snow today and yesterday. I made snow angels and made a snow gender profile. Zippy made yellow snow. And finally after much hesitation he made more solitary comments to the snow.
I know, I know. I'm childish. Yes! I don't give a flying
Wallenda either. Stuffy people should be stuffed and sat on hard sofas with only prune juice to drink.
I love the snow, even if it's unhandy. Lots of life is unhandy, or didn't you notice?
I'm lucky that you all read my work so often. Many writers never get letters and I get letters from my readers every day. Today I had one from the UK in Suffolk. Thank you, new reader for writing me from such a beautiful place. I want to spend more time there when I next go to England. My friend, Tricia, of www.footstepstooxford.com fame, lives near Oxford and I didn't get to see near enough of there nor the surrounding area. I did spend some time in wonderful wonderful
Faringdon with Cleve Gibson, author of Moon Dust (such a scary novel) that I grew close to that wild and tame place.
I am writing a new story about butterflies and
metamorphic changes -- a love story I think. It's just swirling around now, unformed and unknown. Stay tuned for more.
Politics: if you know me, you know what I think. Working on poking the new members with a stick just as I often pinched the old ones. Hello? You hear me yet? Sometimes they listen but mostly they don't.
If you have a dog give 'em a love for me. An animal friend is truly special. Kay and Hans get a special hug. {{{
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