2 thoughts on “grace in small things. 156 of 365.”
I’m just learning this blogging thing but In a sea of wierdness yours stood out as refreshing. Comment on #5: I avoid Melbourne in the summer, opting instead for a tent in the mountains in Nz, no mean feat at 58. I turn into a shrew in anything more than 35degrees, will fight to the death for my personal fan, and can smell the whisper of a cool wind before it’s made it over the bay. Thankyou for the memory. ps drugging the cat is wonderful
I’m just learning this blogging thing but In a sea of wierdness yours stood out as refreshing. Comment on #5: I avoid Melbourne in the summer, opting instead for a tent in the mountains in Nz, no mean feat at 58. I turn into a shrew in anything more than 35degrees, will fight to the death for my personal fan, and can smell the whisper of a cool wind before it’s made it over the bay. Thankyou for the memory. ps drugging the cat is wonderful
I fully support ones right to fight for their fan. And there is nothing quite as lovely as a cool breeze on a hot day.
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