The dog won't leave the fireside. I had to call him three times to get him to go eat his breakfast. I'm wearing a hat while I type. And if I owned a pair of fingerless gloves, you can bet I'd be wearing them now. They're fashionable these days, right? I've had this song running… Continue reading Zero
This evening, we lit the last of our Hanukkah candles — three menorahs blazing their brightest on this dark, cold, December night. We actually own six menorahs, but choose just a few to light every year. There’s the tiny brass one my grandfather gave me when I was born, and the small one with inlaid… Continue reading Old and new
Even on days that I'm not writing here, I'm still writing here. In my mind, at least. I think of this space several times a day. I have many things to tell you -- to tell myself -- mostly small, mundane things that don't matter much, but are fun to share. Things like my family… Continue reading I want to tell you
NaBloPoMo is over, which means that I don't have to post anything here tonight. So, I think I'll take the night off. Nothing to see here. If you want to read a post, you'll have to read yesterday's. Or maybe tomorrow's. But definitely not tonight's.
On this first night of Hanukkah, the weather is "cold blow and rainy," but inside, we've built a protective barrier of warmth and brightness. The fire in the small wood stove is burning merrily, keeping me company all day. The oven light is on while it busily bakes first a challah and then a lamb… Continue reading Let the lights shine