The 31 day countdown began on December 1, 2023. I thought I could do it…write my next blog post before the holidays. After all, twelve years ago I began blogging once a week. A few years later it reduced to bi-weekly and finally a couple of years ago it dwindled down to once a month. Sounds easy enough. Right? Except the clock’s ticking again…
this time it’s been nearly two months since my last post even though there were sixty-two days between December 1st and January 31st – plenty of time for an idea to funnel from the heavens into my brain thru my fingers and onto the keyboard. That’s 1,488 hours! Minus an average of 434 hours spent sleeping, that would leave me with 1,054 to bang out a post or two to fulfil my commitment to you, my intrepid follower, and myself.
Yet, with 8.5 hours to go until the calendar page turns to February, here I sit…not reading a book, as I am in my cameo appearance in my daughter-in-law’s debut early reader “My Day With Dad”, but checking out a few bloggers that I follow to distract me from my conundrum.
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While temperatures continue to climb in the northern hemisphere, one way I try to keep cool is by imagining I am in Greenland again. I swipe my brow, close my eyes, and pretend the fan oscillating at my feet is an Arctic wind sweeping off an iceberg. It might not be as cold, but it is somewhat soothing as it dries the hairs sticking to my forehead.
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My inner twelve-year-old’s spirit for adventure soared a few months ago when a friend suggested I join her on a cruise.
One paper heart
After the last bout of rainfall, Black Angus dot a green Sonoma county field at the edge of the San Pablo Wildlife Refuge. A short distance further, a most curious structure looms in the vast marshland on the east side of California Highway 37 between Sears Point and Mare Island. The structure is familiar; its location is baffling. 
‘Tis often the time of year
Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner 