Month: February 2023
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A new, tangible project
Although we’d carried my beloved’s Harris loom from one home to another, over the past four decades (London’s Shepherd’s Bush; Edmonton, Alberta; Burnham, Berkshire; Geneva; Sparty Lea, Northumberland), we finally realised that it was time to divest. It was a big floor-standing loom all right, but the real issue was the crawling around underneath to…
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The got goat . . .
There are a few things that, as we say, ‘really get my goat.’ Our late father had such quirks, of which one in particular was doors left ajar. He had a morbid fear of squirrels which could create great havoc in attic spaces. In our old home, we devised a variety of strategies to keep…
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Memory lanes . . .
Our new task, in one of the writing groups I’m part of, is to write a memoir segment. The challenge, I’m led to believe, is to write something that anyone else beside ourselves might be intrigued to read. As we left it at the end of our session, everybody and their uncle are writing memoirs…
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Rough seas before calm
The other day we explored further west and we ventured into the prevailing wind to reach the agitated seaside. These days I sometimes wonder if I’m not pushing against the wind only to reach a seascape in turmoil. The problem with writing competitions, though I’ve related how I’ve got several outstanding submissions, is that like…
Roads to Joy 