ALONE ON A WINDY RIDGE: When I saw "insect art" in the headline

Friday, December 09, 2005

When I saw "insect art" in the headline

...I did not expect to see evil fairies. Not today. Today was a glorious day. We were under a heavy snowfall warning up until a short while ago. The snow fell while we had coffee, ate cake. It fell while we finished our Christmas shopping. It fell while I walked around feeling really really lucky. It's still falling.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...: What did you buy me ???; 9/12/05 9:39 PM
Brenda Schmidt said...: Ha! Not telling. Might keep it for myself...; 9/12/05 9:40 PM
Anonymous said...: You finished your Christmas shopping?!? Good grief (to borrow a phrase), I haven't even started!!!

B-); 9/12/05 10:56 PM
Brenda Schmidt said...: You haven't started! Oh my. Well, I hope you threw your VISA in with your letter to Santa. Heck, Santa probably has a website and digital elves waiting at the checkout.; 9/12/05 11:07 PM
Anonymous said...: Those evil fairies are brilliant. Henceforth I will look closely at any dragonflies I see around here.

Good grief! Is it now already? Digital elves or Internet imps?; 10/12/05 4:32 PM
Brenda Schmidt said...: Good grief, indeed!

I don't think I'll be able to look at a dragonfly again without seeing those evil fairies. I doubt if I'll be able to pass by a dead fly on a windowsill and not look closely to see if it's an evil fairy skeleton. Some images superimpose themselves on the world.; 11/12/05 11:19 PM

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