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:
This looks so lovely. Good place to be.
And it is, Patti. Peaceful. Get a lot of work done and a healthy place for my daughter to play.
What Patti said. That looks like an ideal place.
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.
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.
Looks like a peaceful, glorious walk.
Snow angels. We need more of those for sure. And more BTAP
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.
Life is good.
Or we make it good. Or die trying.
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.
A Cuban In London, And sometimes I'm too tired to make the trek, like today. But here I go...
Looks like your neighbor might be a cook from New Mexico!
David, nice post and pictures. I need to get out of the city more often and not look back.
AC, Chuckling (guess I shouldn't) here at the thought.
Lets switch, Prashant C. Trikannad.
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.
The long and winding road.......Bring me that little snow angel!!!!
love the snow angels ...and the little angel that made it!
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