Sunday, November 24, 2013

Down This Long Road Is A Mailbox

At the bottom of this long and winding hill is a mailbox. I enjoy the walk down and even the difficult trudge back up -- gets the blood pumping, which is a welcomed change after typing all morning, and my Saint Nicholas gut tells me I should make the climb a few more times every day. Yesterday’s delivery (from the postman as he said with a smirk, “Read much?”) was HARDBOILED 3. I ripped open the package on the long climb up and read aloud, huffing and puffing, the glossy cover’s names: a distinguished gathering of greatness -- Josh Stallings, Andrew Nette, Patti Abbott, Sophie Littlefield, Chris F. Holm, Keith Rawson, Fred Blosser, Hilary Davidson, and Kieran Shea. A new co-editor is on board by the name of Elise Wright. I’m still tempting her with a full-time gig at the webzine, but she is holding out for more Jelly Bellies. We’ll see who wins.

So, after, I grab another coffee, I will admire the current paperback and then get moving on the next. Always be closing with quality, and the next book is a time traveler that I’ve left stranded for far too long in the 24th century.

And, more importantly, I plan on making more snow angels with my daughter. I didn’t mention that did I? Well, with the dusting of snow we got late yesterday afternoon, she made a total of thirty before the sun went down over the tree line. And I know with her daddy’s help, we can triple that number today. Here's a shot of one of our earliest efforts.

18 comments:

pattinase (abbott) said...

This looks so lovely. Good place to be.

David Cranmer said...

And it is, Patti. Peaceful. Get a lot of work done and a healthy place for my daughter to play.

Heath Lowrance said...

What Patti said. That looks like an ideal place.

Chris said...

I used to take Sid out into the woods behind our place in Washington when he was a toddler, and just sit back at a short distance and watch him just . . . do stuff. Pick up sticks. Look at rocks. Live in whatever imaginary reality he found himself in the middle of. I rather miss those days.

David Cranmer said...

It is, Heath. And hola, friend. Hope the holidays treat you well.

Chris, That "imaginary reality" is often talked about and is truly marvelous to witness again in my 40s. The adventures we go on daily eclipses anything in books or film.

Leah J. Utas said...

Looks like a peaceful, glorious walk.

Charles Gramlich said...

Snow angels. We need more of those for sure. And more BTAP

David Cranmer said...

You would enjoy it, Leah. Though I'm not sure it could possibly top where you're from.

More snow angels arrived, Charles. But BRRR! it was cold. And I'm working on a Cash & Miles print and the above alluded to Simon Rip.

Ron Scheer said...

Life is good.

David Cranmer said...

Or we make it good. Or die trying.

A Cuban In London said...

Beautiful angel! I admire your enthusiasm. To walk in the snow is quite tiring. People are surprised when I tell them that no matter how much it snows herein London, I always go out to get my weekend paper! :-)

Greetings from London.

David Cranmer said...

A Cuban In London, And sometimes I'm too tired to make the trek, like today. But here I go...

AC said...

Looks like your neighbor might be a cook from New Mexico!

Prashant C. Trikannad said...

David, nice post and pictures. I need to get out of the city more often and not look back.

David Cranmer said...

AC, Chuckling (guess I shouldn't) here at the thought.

Lets switch, Prashant C. Trikannad.

Sarah Laurence said...

We got an inch or two of snow, but it has melted in today's rain. I'll take snow over rain most days. Your daughter makes an excellent snow angel. I love that you joined her.

Mates said...

The long and winding road.......Bring me that little snow angel!!!!

Sheila Grimes said...

love the snow angels ...and the little angel that made it!