1. On Christmas Eve I was reminded of questions like ‘how many people can you fit in a phone booth (do they still exist?) or ‘how many can you fit in a Volkswagen?’ See what I mean HERE. 2. Why did the chicken cross the road? I really did wonder that when I had to […]
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Archive for December, 2009
A sea of snow has washed up on my porch where I’m lounging in the sun like a beach bum on vacation. Should I take the plunge, wade out into it? I might need a boat to reach the other side of the yard. I might see a polar bear. There is no shore in […]
Most of the ice is gone now but its memory can be seen in the fallen tree limbs all over my yard that broke from the weight of it, and in the ice pictures I took of it in various stages of melt. Dog wood buds looked like aliens in space helmets and reminded me […]
That’s what I said to Joe Christmas morning when we woke up to an ice storm, when the power went out and I wondered how many turkeys wouldn’t get cooked for Christmas dinner and how many families wouldn’t be able to travel to see relatives that day. “We won’t even be able to light the […]
A rumpus was roaring Kahlua and cream was pouring Yankees were swapping Dudes were jive talking And Bryce and his daddy where in the house Watch the neighborhood Yankee gift swap in action HERE. Last year’s Christmas Eve gift swap is HERE.
1. I recently became interested in the word doodad. An etymology dictionary reports: “unnamed thing,” 1905, chiefly U.S., a made-up word; as is doohickey (1914). Other antonyms for doodad are: Gizmo, thingamajig, and thingamabob. 2. The problem with watching a not so hot DVD movie is that because it’s not memorable there’s a chance I […]
There’s more than one way to get from A to Z. (See HERE.) But Bryce says “no.” Snow is too unknown. He doesn’t understand why it makes his hands sting and why he can’t walk in it without falling down. (See HERE.) The stairs or nature’s elevator? You decide. (See HERE.)
December trees bloom with icy white blossoms Shimmering snowflaked petals drift down Draping the ground in a misty bridal veil Pronouncing the promise of winter’s silent vow
1. I think I should charge The Gap for the posting of this picture. 2. Andrew Wyeth was here.
An overflow of snow No dry place to sit No Christmas card delivery Just a still life scene of white serene
1. Writing is a lot like surfing. You have to catch the wave of creativity and ride it. If you don’t wait for the wave, you’ll be just paddling without much momentum. 2. Waves come and go. If you miss one you can wait for another. But they’re not predictable like a bus schedule, so […]
Days of Yore Jack’s Shack Winter Sun Shines Bank Makes a Statement Floyd Photos: Finders Keepers, On Woods Gap Road, Winter Sun, Blue Ridge Bank Drive-in Window.
In this storybook I’m the Matchbook Girl, on the outside looking in. I’m the girl who wants that pair of red shoes in the window but doesn’t have the money to buy them or the nerve to really wear them. I’m the girl who wants to come in from the cold, sit by the fire […]
~ More journeys on the Yellow Brick Road as traveled by “He Gets a Kick Out of Bricks” Josh Copus 3 kilns, 2 sheds, 1 studio, and a woodfire pizza oven (pictured) just for fun; that’s some of the latest structural inventory on my Asheville potter son Josh’s property in Madison County and doesn’t take […]
The Big Apple The Kitchen Help (video HERE) Rock Star Wanna Dance? (video HERE.)
~ The following was published in The Floyd Press on December 10, 2009. Mankind is my business!” bellowed the Ghost of Jacob Marley, played by Emerson Perry during a Sunday evening performance of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol at the Sun Hall. This classic tale of redemption and Christmas spirit, the latest Young Actors Co-op […]
1. They say that each year 100’s of words are dropped from the English language and that 90% of what we write is communicated using only 7,000 words. Keep a word from going extinct. Adopt one HERE. 2. Enjoy a virtual cup of tea and a tea leaf reading HERE. Don’t burn yourself. The tea […]
Who rings the bell of poetry and what makes me sing along?