So excited

 

So.  Last weekend I pouted because I couldn't watch The Chiefs play on TV.

I mentioned to Donald that they were playing tonight and I was gonna miss the game again.

Well, one phone call later from Dear Husband to Spectrum and Voilà - I am ready for some football!!!

Chiefs vs. Seahawks

Tonight

And i Can Watch

I Love Don Barley

Loving vs. Hating

 

I love the positivity of Taylor Swift

Vs.

The hateful ignorance of

You know

Disappointments and Happy Stuff

 

First disappointment - The Chiefs game was not televised.  And I am not gonna pay $84.50 a month for that streaming channel.

Second disappointment - they lost.  17-20.  😥

But, i found a book written by one of my favorite authors that i somehow missed.  So I have 600 pages of bliss to dive into.

And i am reminded of this quote -

"… but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short."
      - - - Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (1817)

I agree.

Happy Sunday, everyone!

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What's Up?

 what's up.

Well, up here on our mountain, not a lot.

I'm pretty excited about watching the Chiefs play this weekend.

I haven't been spending too much time at Facebook except for a couple of groups which are pretty drama free, and to check in on friends and family I care for a great deal.

I've read some good books.  Planning a couple of big trips coming up in the future.  Tried a few new recipes.  Just normal stuff.   

I recently read an interesting article in the NYT - some of you might enjoy it.

A Letter to the Future

Writing yourself a letter is a good way to identify the things in your life that matter — as well as those things that you can let go.

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/08/02/briefing/a-letter-to-the-future.html?unlocked_article_code=1.ck8.XqMn.nQebWNwUVwaz∣=em-sha

While I haven't written myself a letter, I have been writing this blog for a number of years, which might be viewed in the same way as a letter from me to me.   Looking back at some of these pieces, I'm surprised at the things I don't remember writing.

Not surprising is how my love of certain things rings as true today as it did when I first started writing Meanderings and Muses.  Poetry, for.one.  Paris for another.

Horizon (to Tristan Tzara) by Philippe Soupault

The whole town has come into my room
the trees have disappeared
and evening clings to my fingers
The houses are turning into ocean liners
the sound of the sea has just reached me up here
In two days we’ll arrive in the Congo
I’ve passed the Equator and the Tropic of Capricorn
I know there are innumerable hills
Notre-Dame hides the Gaurisankar and the northern lights
night falls drop by drop
I await the hours

Give me that lemonade and the last cigarette
I’m going back to Paris

(translated by Rosmarie Waldrop)

Home, for another.

And.

I still feel exactly the same about the things I've written about that i don't love.  And i always will.

And I hope you're all doing well.

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