“Let’s do something that makes us feel that we’re alive! — There is a fire! 🎵 There is a firrrrre! There is a fire and it’s burrrrrning in my heart!” Thalia’s voice was raspy — crackling because of its duet with truck’s speakers on the five hour drive home yesterday. “There is a fire — there is a fire! Hmmmm-hmm-da-dada-da!”
Kitchen towel: “I love how bacon just wraps around everything. It’s like food duct tape!” 😁
May I say, dear lady, that your hairdo looks WONDERFUL!
Although the radiant smile backed by a radiant sky doesn't do it any harm.
Noodling, huh? 48 hours give or take, but one search result says that is catching catfish barehanded! Insert hand into water; wiggle fingers (the noodles); then when the catfish nibbles insert entire hand into fish’s mouth and grab him by the gills! Your exciting life never fails to send me on near-daily searches. And I wouldn’t have that any other way. 😁
Bobby’s reading was masterful! Garth Brooks’ song was a perfect fit to your actual fire circle. And I always so enjoy getting to see a face/person to go with a name, Chris Palmore. The note below the picture about the video, on my phone, took me back to Bobby? No offense intended, Bobby, but I was expecting something about Chris?🤷🏽
Perhaps after 48 hours of noodling catfish, finger sensitivity might get chewed to the nubs! And all silliness aside, I hope the northward gathering was all you hoped it would be, if not more.
I miss the smell of the burning wood from the many campfires I spent time around. The snapping and crackling of the fire along with the warm glow that comes from it. Such peaceful and happy times they were. Maybe in the future I will be able to enjoy those outings again. Good letter.
I am grateful that Chris nudged you because your books made me curious about the person behind the words. I am glad you didn't stand outside the fire and I took a leap. My heart leaps when I think about our time together in person.