From the Beyond
“Thousand to one.”
Should’ve picked Lotto numbers. ‘Chute failed. Backup too.
Pearl Harbor Day
It was a Sunday. Last “righteous war”? There are those who argue otherwise. Same brand of folks who deny a Holocaust.
You don’t understand?
Walk a mile, people, walk a mile. You don’t have to change your mind. Just stop. Shut up a minute. Listen. Consider. If your shoes are still comfortable, walk on. If not, change shoes.
Selling late husband’s revolver. Fired once.
Despite preposterous commercialism, cold and snow here in the north of the northern half, and separation from friends and family by difficult distance or by friends’ and family’s passing, this is my favorite time of year.
Christmas? Ah, yes for children and lovers. Ski vacation in Vail, Stowe, or the Alps? Well, if that’s your thing. Sunday morning tromps through snow before dinner with family? Wow! If you can manage it. Pina Coladas while soaking-up sun in a beach chair? Sure, everyone of us a time or two. Quiet in front of the fire with a good book and a lazy yule log burn? Yep.
Whatever your fondest seasonal joy, look for it. Make it happen. You got this. You do.