If you see Mrs GOF, please don't tell her what I've done.
I've got 4 weeks to fix up the mess before she arrives home.
Lucky I am a handyman.
PS. No GOF or anything else apart from Vox's good reputation for intelligent blogs was harmed during the making of this cooking series.
Hello, it's Keisha. Thank u for readin mah blog. :) U has a welcome.
Today is Frydee! Breakfast was good, because I got to have little bits of bread from a sammich my friend D.R. was havin. Mmm, tasty. :) I went for walkies with my Dad extra early, because it was so cold outside, Dad wanted to hurry. So I ran kinda fast, and found a nice lawn. I didn't see the ducks out so much this morning, maybe 'cause they wanted to keep warm in the bushes. My Dad wears a hat when it's cold. I don't think the ducks have that.
We have a lake behind our house. I like to watch it through the window sometimes. You can see birds land and take off. Also, you can see leaves and tree bits fall in the water sometimes. That's pretty. My hooman friends like to watch the sun rise and set. I like it when people across the lake put the lights on in their houses. It's even better now that people have their Christmas lights.
My Dad put our lights on the front of the house! :) They are lots of colors, blue, red, white and green, and even moar. I like to see them when we go out for our nighttime walkies. What's funny is, a guy across the street from us has reindeer cut-outs in his yard all the time, the whole year. I can't wait to see the lights on the other houses too. :)
Okay! That's it for now. I'm going to sit with Dad in his compooter room. It's fun to watch him play train games. I see u later! :) Thanks.
Zzzzzz. I sleepies. Zzzz. :)
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... a partridge in a pear tree . Why?
In Greek and Roman mythology, pears are sacred to three goddesses: Hera (Juno to the Romans), Aphrodite (Venus to the Romans), and Pomona, an Italian goddess of gardens and harvests.
The ancient Chinese believed that the pear was a symbol of immortality. (Pear trees live for a long time.) In Chinese the word li means both "pear" and "separation," and for this reason, tradition says that to avoid a separation, friends and lovers should not divide pears between themselves.
However, more relevant to our pear tree partridge:
Perdix, "Lord of the Pear Trees", was one of Athens most sacred kings, when he was cast into the sea to die, his goddess, Athena, carried him to heaven, in the form of a Partridge.
When the legend of "The Partridge in a Pear Tree", was made into a Christmas Carol, the symbol of Christ was substituted for Lord Perdix.
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It's hard to blog on the road and when one is racing around like a maniac trying to fit in visits with all one's relatives and friends - so apologies to my virtual friends for not being a very good neighbour at the moment.
The morning after the wedding, and 4 hours sleep, we hit the road to Coonabarabran and the Anglo-Australian Telescope because the manservant was going to play astro-dweeb at Siding Spring Observatory.
I thought about calling for the manservant but then realised that my image as a tough Aussie farm girl would be seriously tarnished if I had to call an American for help with one of our native creatures.
I slowly backed off the stump and skulked backwards to the room never taking my eye off it - and it never took its eye off me.
That night, sleeping in that room alone, I'm sure I could hear it using those little hands to tap on the window.
In regard to my new little experiment 'a paragraph a day' it only took my first attempt for me to realise it wasn't going to work as I'd hoped. You see, I'm the creative type who always feels a need to create, but I am unfortunately not the type that is a fountain of ideas waiting to break forth. Like if you're someone who loves to drive, but has nowhere to go. Or maybe just no gas. You may sit in your car and stare out the window with your hands on the wheel, but you're just not going to get anywhere.
So trying to come up with a whole new narrative idea every day is just too much for me. It just isn't there. Hopefully I will be able to come up with a few prompt based ideas or completely random ideas every now and then. But I think the thing that made NaNo work is that I was just constantly building on the same ideas.
So I've decided to try to use that a bit more, and I'm going to write paragraphs based on my NaNo novel and its associated epic. Expanding on things, showing other characters' perspectives or events not fully described. All without giving too much of my actual story away, of course.
The man tread slowly through her garden, pausing every once in a while to inspect a leaf of one of her plants. She grew uncommon things here; things with many names, most of which were long forgotten. Plants with purpose; plants with uses seldom sought or even remembered. But he remembered. And he needed only one. One plant whose magical powers worked tenfold when stolen. As he finally lifted the odiferous blue-green leaves he sought and sliced them off the plant, his face formed a malicious grin. How wonderfully fitting that this plant, made so powerful by his theft, would allow him to forever control the very woman he stole it from.
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