Cryptic Triptych
greetings, I hope this finds all of you well on this Easter Eve. Just dropping by to say hello and relay that I am alive and mostly well.
I wanted to post a pic of a neighbors mailbox with the number 2024 in my rearview mirror. but I couldn't make it work so....Between the ten grand out of pocket for Tonia's medical bills, the 16,000 for a new roof and the orange menace doing what he's always done, destroy everything he touches which now includes my 401k and subsequently my December retirement, I have been deep into my Christmas gift from Tonia, which was pushed across the carpet to me unwrapped with the apology, "sorry it isn't wrapped, I couldn't lift it." Un opening the folds of cardboard revealed 15 books, nay, tombs of the 'series' Wheel of Time....and that's all that I've done for the past several months and I now have #12 awaiting. If you've read Robert Jordan you know that he can tell the scene of a battle in which thousands die in two pages and yet the act of walking into an inn might take eight as he expounds on every frill, every hint of lace, or the lack thereof in the more seedy of establishments, every board that creaks under weight and he might culminate by describing the gray of the whiskers protruding from the elongated nose of a plump dun colored rat that crouches warily in the shadow cast from the green river stone fireplace centered on the distant Eastern clapboard wall while nibbling on a questionable remnant of cheese... I could go on, but you get the idea.
My goal is to finish by the end of April and then return to the real world, such as it is.
Oh, I will post a pic of this place of mystery with a history of it 'soon'. I want to make sure that it gets its due without the rant. 'see' you shortly.... :)
Cryptic Triptych
greetings, I hope this finds all of you well on this Easter Eve. Just dropping by to say hello and relay that I am alive and mostly well.
I wanted to post a pic of a neighbors mailbox with the number 2024 in my rearview mirror. but I couldn't make it work so....Between the ten grand out of pocket for Tonia's medical bills, the 16,000 for a new roof and the orange menace doing what he's always done, destroy everything he touches which now includes my 401k and subsequently my December retirement, I have been deep into my Christmas gift from Tonia, which was pushed across the carpet to me unwrapped with the apology, "sorry it isn't wrapped, I couldn't lift it." Un opening the folds of cardboard revealed 15 books, nay, tombs of the 'series' Wheel of Time....and that's all that I've done for the past several months and I now have #12 awaiting. If you've read Robert Jordan you know that he can tell the scene of a battle in which thousands die in two pages and yet the act of walking into an inn might take eight as he expounds on every frill, every hint of lace, or the lack thereof in the more seedy of establishments, every board that creaks under weight and he might culminate by describing the gray of the whiskers protruding from the elongated nose of a plump dun colored rat that crouches warily in the shadow cast from the green river stone fireplace centered on the distant Eastern clapboard wall while nibbling on a questionable remnant of cheese... I could go on, but you get the idea.
My goal is to finish by the end of April and then return to the real world, such as it is.
Oh, I will post a pic of this place of mystery with a history of it 'soon'. I want to make sure that it gets its due without the rant. 'see' you shortly.... :)