January 19th, 2016

The Red Tree

"We passed upon the stair. We spoke of was and when."

Hellishly cold here. Currently, it's sunny and 23˚F, with a windchill of 6˚F. The wind spent the night trying to pull the house down, and today it's still at it.

I wasn't able to finish the story notes for Cambrian Tales yesterday. I still have four to do, so I'll finish today. I was sidetracked yesterday, trying to recall the date of a forest fire, and I had to call my mother to help me puzzle it out. She thinks it was the spring of 1978. I think it was October 1978. I was either thirteen or fourteen. We lived in the old house by the cement plant in Leeds.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions.

Watching people argue politics puts me in mind of gulls fighting over dead fish. It's ugly, and it makes me glad I have better table manners.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast