I had a Christmas post in mind, but then I read GioaJack's entry on Santa Claus (highly recommendable--go read it if you haven't already) and lost some momentum. My brain has difficulty writing tongue in cheek following something with honest substance in it. And oh was my post theoretically fraught with cheekiness! Oh well. Maybe next time.
For now I'll leave you with one of my favorite Christmas music videos.
But then, that's the trouble I face with the challenge I've undertaken of keeping my personal day-to-day life out of the writing and off the 'net. Or at least off of GT. Heh.
Should I keep to generalities like the weather? A cold front is creeping over my mountain and bringing an expansive cloud with it. I'm watching it sweep over the valley below me, and soon it will consume the nearby city in it's shadow, leaving everyone with anticipation. Will it rain? Snow (most likely)? Or is...
My best friend's sister just welcomed the arrival of her first child; an event that has been long anticipated and eagerly desired.
Such a wonderful miracle, such a gift. Months of planning, months of wondering what he/she will be like, and months of prayers. Praying she'll be a good parent, praying for no complications, praying for the perfect bundle of joy that will consume and test her waking (and sleeping) hours for years to come...
Posted 11-28-2010 at 22:19 byspero525 Updated 11-29-2010 at 10:57 byspero525(Spelling. Grammar. Late night.)
(i.e. Here be disjointed musings.)
The place I grew up had many small quirks, one of which was perhaps not so small. One of the locals had a restored P-51 Mustang and frequently took it for a low loop over the orchards and vineyards that surrounded my parents' house. As a young child I didn't much appreciate the living history that caused a racket and left everyone staring upwards, but as I grew older and learned what the P-51 was all about, I began to understand why people stopped...