I have just paid the monthly rent for the thirtieth time to the same landlord. This means that at the end of this month I will have lived in the same apartment for three and a half years. This is mildly depressing. I thought I was more adventurous than that. A chat with a friend... Continue Reading →
Shifting gear, with moonbeams
It is not just me. Confirmation of my own stirrings as subtle shifts in our natural surrounding herald the changing of the seasons abound. Such confirmations abound chiefly in the status updates of the people on Facebook whom I call my friends. They are a diverse and much beloved bunch scattered across the globe. Although... Continue Reading →
Freshly processed
So you all think I am going to describe various fruit juice crazes throughout my life? Not today. I am expressing myself with an experimentally processed photograph thanks to suggestions on Circa Dee's freshly pressed blog today. I took this photograph yesterday at a Medieval Festival at Castro Marim. Castro Marim is in the south of... Continue Reading →
Baffled in the Peanut Gallery
One thing I like about my real-life friends of old scattered about the globe like so many seeds carried by the wind is that they post interesting news articles on a shared social media network. I never have to search for stimulating reading material myself. It simply pops up on the screen before me. Admittedly,... Continue Reading →
Rehash for the press
In my previous post, I did something I never thought I would do: I reblogged. I will justify it by saying that I found something that really appealed to me: a nifty newspaper clipping generator! It creates a facsimile of a newspaper article using your very own story. This is a great fresh idea for language... Continue Reading →
I had to share this because it really is fun! I should also confess, I suppose, to tweaking a paragraph or two of my own from previous blogs, in an attempt to get a coherent story to fit in the two small columns of the newspaper .jpg. file. A good exercise! Allison
Things to be thankful for
This post deals with my response to: Letters of Note: Things to worry about. I have pressed this letter from F. Scott Fitzgerald to his eleven-year-old daughter, because it struck me as so odd, so very different from my experience. I am sure that if I had received such an intense letter from anybody when I... Continue Reading →
Honey, much sweeter than wine
I really ought to thank my mother in front of the whole world for never once missing the opportunity to take my sister and I for our six-monthly dental check-up for near on two decades. I have a healthy mouth full of silver of which I can be proud. I say this with a toothache... Continue Reading →
Green things
The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest web page is one I would really like to explore in depth. This type of writing is an art form in itself, albeit not one which conjures up an image of tucking one's knees under the rug on a sofa, hot cup of tea in hand, and settling down to a cosy... Continue Reading →
A blank wall
Ten days ago I did some painting. I am sorry to disappoint you. It was far removed from fine art, although I looked like a real masterpiece when the work was done. The medium: white interior/exterior PVA on one bedroom wall which has suffered the ravages of winter damp over the last three years, and... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 