A light dusting of snow to erase last year’s missteps and make everything all right again. Yes, we had to remove a big beautiful tulip poplar because our insurance company made us do it. Yes, the bridge is bowing a bit, but still the path is both pure and suggestive. Happy newest year! 2018 seems to be a serious number, and anyone who lived through 1968 will always be wary of years that end in 8. Still, a clean slate arrives today and more minds than ever before are communicating on the internet, so there’s just no telling what’s next. That’s a good thing.
I’ve begun to get pretty busy in the background on Christmas stuff, some of it Top Secret, and some of it less so. Bill once described me as a duck gliding in the water, looking peaceful, with feet flapping like crazy below the sightline. Working on background – organizing and reorganizing in preparation for the chaos of creation – always takes place outside the sightline when there’s a holiday afoot. They’ll only see your caftan and never the bruises.*
The snow has finally come! It’s as if a fever has broken here and the scene outside has finally caught up to reality. Snow!
The new way of watching TV can be very addictive, between the DVR, Xfinity, Netflix, Amazon Prime and so much more. In fact, I’m watching the beginning of the third season of Broadchurch right now as I type. Tonight’s rundown of fabulous programming follows, after a bit of news … actually a lot of news because I have deputized myself as a citizen reporter who knows that each and even one of us might be able to solve the puzzle of the current presidency if we watch long enough, Tweeting all the while.
Welcome to the (much) more sociable Perforated Lines. I’m using a portion of this photo to gussy up my front page or whatever it’s called on Facebook. I am trying to get used to it, but I always feel as if I’m at the Mall, with lots of things to see and friends to meet and stores (groups) to get lost in. It can be fun if you’re in the mood.