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The Advent of Santa: Day Four
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Now here is a sooty ol' Santa Claus ... he must have been practicing getting into and out of some chimneys. The Santa in my advent yesterday was a candle Santa (again, I don't understand why Santa seems appropriate as a candle subject, because what if someone burned him and he melted. It is just one of the saddest thoughts, a melting Santa. But, I digress ... back on point, yesterday's Santa was a candle and today's is a candle as well. I bought this one not long after I bought the other one--perhaps a year or two later. Perhaps...
Why Santa dropped by my place today
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July is here, July is nearly gone
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Hello dear readers, I have been absent from my blog during the month of July. As it turns out, I needed some time to recuperate from months of intense fine art painting. Summer also brought with it many activities including a day of plein aire painting on the Master Gardener's Garden Path tour along with other painters from the county, our annual Chicken Barbeque fund raiser at church, and many chores around our property. Even today I don't have as much time to write as I would like to. However, you have been promised a July Sock Yarn Give Away...
The joy of reading
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Of all of my memories of school as a small child, all things related to books and reading and being read to are some of the richest in my treasure chest. I loved paper, the sound of a library book with its heavy plastic protective cover closing with a soft yet decisive thud, and carrying a stack of books to the librarian's desk with my mother by my side getting ready for summer reading. I remember certain books with peculiar clarity such as Danny and the Dinosaur, those little Dick and Jane books, and Harold and the Purple Crayon. The...
Some kind of 'ectomy or other
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