ACOUPHENES. FRENCH. I love the language, the lilt, the sheer musicality, the cadence, the rise and fall of the phrases, the slight pouting of the lips as it forms the various syllables, that slight rolling “r” and, of course, the music. From Debussy to Carla Bruni...
STUCK IN A MANGROVE BUSH #1 in The “Chronicles” of The Blue Goose. (There will be a prequel to this, how the Blue Goose got its name.) The Blue Goose, that is my beautiful blue Hobie Mirage kayak, has pedals. It also has a paddle which I use as little as possible. The...
YOU HAVE NOT BECAUSE YOU ASK NOT. (1 James 4:2) “Please Sir, I want some more?” Little Oliver Twist quivering and shaking as he stands before Mr. Bumble, begging for another bowl of gruel. And for this audacity he was whipped and starved and all kinds of nasty things...
2 + 2 = CAT Math! The scourge of so many people. Algebra – oh please! Arithmetic – give or take 50 years ago, I used the method of counting up and taking it from there. My world consisted of the numerals 5 and 10 and if all else failed, I always had 10 fingers...
The Christmas wrapping went flying and there it was. My brand new “My Utmost for His Highest” by Oswald Chambers. Ah, the smell of the cover, real bonded leather, the feel of the pages, excellent quality paper and guaranteed not to bleed through to the other side, (I...
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