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about the Trudeaus Perhaps we should call them the Trudeaux. LOL Look, I wouldn’t have given a flying fart about Justin Trudeau except that he’s turned into a full blown communist and he’s nominally in charge of the great big country to our north. We used to think of Canada as a sort of USA…
has a whole new meaning I’ve always thought it would be interesting to be a long haul trucker. It seemed like the perfect independent job. You pick up something one place and drive it across America (or Canada or Europe) and drop it off. You carry your lodging with you, and you’re your own boss,…
it’s when you think yours doesn’t stink In our house we have shorthand for this. We call it “ship/lighthouse.” It goes like this. A ship is headed into port and sees another light in the opening of the harbor. The ship radios for that vessel to move out of the way. It gets no response…
depending on what we call home…. The old carol says “I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.” I am home for Christmas. I’m usually home for Christmas these days, but that wasn’t always the case. And what I called “home” wasn’t always easy to define. Especially during my globe-circling years. But home…
not necessarily “carols” I know a thing or two about Christmas carols. I am one, after all. “Carol” originally meant “joyful song,” and also was originally a “circle dance.” I learned the dance part from an historical novel, because they kept referring to the heroine being asked to “dance to the carols.” I thought that…
My husband doesn’t think in images, or if he does, they involve engineering diagrams. Right now I am painting a Christmas gift for him, a large canvas of a river cabin that he’s seen on the Combahee. It’s an iconic Lowcountry image, the river cabin with a porch out over the water. Like the long…
ART and IDEAS 