Rhapsody in Blue
Who knows what lurks in the catacombs of Spotify if you search “jazzy organ”?
Who knows what lurks in the catacombs of Spotify if you search “jazzy organ”?
Besides having a delightful name, Seacow Head showcases a wonderfully moody atmosphere—perfect for reading or drawing in your electric blue camping chair.
I’d done a virtual run through of the presentation (so called, I like to think, because it’s the part of the process that most feels like being run through with a sword)
We passed the turnoff for Eden’s class—the furthest she’d ever been in a car—shortly after sunrise and kept on going.
If you lived in Manitoba, you could at least call today Terry Fox Day. But then you would live in Manitoba.
If I’m only painting for me, I’m not painting at all.
Your spouse may ask if you really need all these books and couldn’t you get rid of some? The only permissible answer to such an insult is “I don’t understand the question and I won’t respond to it.”
From the old dresses to the guitar for someone’s kid’s lessons, I was thrilled that my trash could be someone else’s treasure.
Life there doesn’t confuse me, but it’s no longer what I’m accustomed to. I’ve become a real city slicker.
Vowel merges have led multiple people to mistake my tale about seeing the ferry with spotting a fairy or my ponderings about Frodo and Merry as Frodo and Mary.