Love. Whenever I’ve been getting frustrated at the world lately, just dwelling on it and digging in to it, I’ve been thinking, “Is this more important than Lee? Is it more important than Ray?” Obviously not.
The plan. Last week, my cousin Jonathan died. I’ll talk about it later; I can’t do it now. The itinerary: Monday: leave after Lee gets back from work, drive to Rapid City, SD. Tuesday: arrive early in the morning, sleep. Memorial gathering. Wednesday: leave at some point, return to Colo. Spgs. My folks will either
Those D— Friesian Horses! cheval-de-frise (shuh-VAL duh FREEZ) noun plural chevaux-de-frise (shuh-VOH duh FREEZ) 1. An obstacle, typically made of wood, covered with barbed wire or spikes, used to block the advancing enemy. 2. A line of nails, spikes, or broken glass set on top of a wall or railing to deter intruders. [From French,
Assess. We finished up the first section of the game last night. Many thanks to Doyce, Jackie, and especially Justin, who’s been watching Ray and Kitten (the other little girl)–we couldn’t have done it without him, and them. And thanks also to a great group of players. I don’t think I’ve ever rolled my eyes
Creativity. I’ve been packing in too many things lately. Funny, how that stifles creativity. So the better part of this week, I’ve been crossing things off the to-do list with glee. Haven’t written, just brainstorming plot for the next big section that’s coming up–and doing most of that subconsciously. It’s been a week of vivid