Upside Ann

 one of my absolute favorites.   "Who knows how long I’ve loved you You know I love you still Will I wait a lonely lifetime If you want me to, I will " It is just too short.  

Delightful! Good fun!  Thumb's up!  Second book in Jasper FFord's Thursday Next series.    First meet the Unitary Authority of Warrington Cat - formerly known, prior to the movement of county boundaries, as the Cheshire Cat.  He is the librarian for Jurisfiction.                The Cat's eyes opened wide and the grin fell from his face.  He looked up and down the corridor for a few moments and then inquired:       "Me?"       I stifled a laugh.        "I don't see any others."        "Ah!" replied the Cat, giving me another broad grin.  "That's because you have a temporary form of cat blindness ."   "I'm not sure I've heard of that."                "It's quite common," he replied airily, licking a paw and stroking his whiskers.  "I suppose you have heard of kni...

  I'm not sure the sheer joy of this yellow green is adequately captured here.  Come visit.  You will smile. Plus, after far too many years locked in a vault first in Cleveland and then in Columbus, my sister's Warhol-esque cocker spaniels are once again on display.   Yay.

  and hoping to do better this year. Despite constant battles (which I invariably lost) with rabbits last year, I did manage from 3 closely guarded sweet potato plants to harvest this mighty load.  Two potatoes.  The largest measuring NEARLY 2 inches. Are you not jealous? My ginger crop might have been better.  I just haven't turned my pot over to pull out the tubers.  Until I do so, I can imagine very great things. Bah.  Rabbits.  I planted $7 worth of violas last night.  Anyone care to wager how long before the plants are all eaten level to the ground - their tiny blossums safely tucked into some lagomorphs tummy.

 I found these notes from a book I read in 2023.  I am not sure how or when this person was peering over my shoulder.  I do not recall their shadow.  And while I remember the title, I don't think I remember these passages.  Haunting.  As a Ghost Club should be.                     The Saturday Night Ghost Club by Craig Davidson 2018                                  Read 10-17-23   In the hallway of a hospital two hundred miles from my childhood home.   I stood cradling the most precious object I would ever hold—a child I already loved more than he would ever be capable of loving me back—as scared as I’d ever been.   It wasn’t the fear I’d known as a boy: that onrushing smash-cut terror of a monster leaping from a closet.    This was the gnawing fear of possibility, the ...

listen to the man in the liquor store....