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YOU CAN TAKE MY ADVERBS WHEN YOU PRY THEM FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS.

SLOWLY, in fact. You’d be prying them SLOWLY.



So we’re back on a healthy eating kick again.

We’ll see how long I last this time.

What you see are arcane foodstuffs like melons, bananas, celery and carrots — drawn from the farthest reaches of the supermarket. (Any aisle not containing meat, cheese or cookies might as well be the darkest rain forest to me.)



Yes, I wave to the neighbor’s dog from my window at night.

I make no apologies.



He’s reading Dogstoevsky.

Photo credit: Derek Petersen, CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Always a great conversation starter.

I saved a baby chipmunk!

He was wobble-running aimlessly in the open road; I pointed him out to an oncoming pickup truck. The driver slowed and moved around him, because my Roanoke neighbors are awesome.

Granted, what I did required the sheer minimum of effort that a human being can exert to help an animal. But my victories have numbered pretty few lately, so I’m taking pride in it.



Craziest thing I ever herd of.

So there were six deer in my yard this morning! A mama, a papa, and four little ones (though they were well on their way to becoming adults.) One of them even pooped there, which is all animals’ universal way of showing that they love you.

I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this sextuplet before too.

I’m going through this weird, New Age phase in which I’ll sit outside in the morning and just STOP. NO laptop. NO phone. Not even a notebook to write in.

Sounds barbaric, I know. I’m a little surprised with MYSELF, to be honest.



This is the face of a future famous writer.

You heard it here first.

She is already a superior poet to me — with a tiny fraction of the time and effort. (Don’t ya just hate the people who have inordinately high aptitudes? Damned wunderkind.)

It is a good thing that I love her so madly; otherwise, I’d be jealous.