Fall Semester...
Friday, August 31, 2007

So, the end of the first week. It’s amazingly, exhaustingly busy, and has been much more good than bad…I wouldn’t have said bad at all except I just got lightly reprimanded by a dean’s secretary. I try not to care, but I do.

Anyway, it was wonderful in some ways. All my student workers from last year save one came back, and they were happy to see me. I love how after time they seem to open up more and more and regard you as a part of their lives, and not, perhaps, a bad part, rather than someone who sits behind a desk and calls out orders sometimes. And one by one the familiar faces of my majors are filing in…I met the group who, if they stayed here, would be stuck with me for the next four years yesterday, and as I introduced myself I wondered at them, wondered who would shine and who would stay so far in the background that I’d never remember their name.

And of course, the faculty. I actually love having them back, and I like doing things and being useful.

It was almost as if I was feeding off the energy of the new beginning. I was just in a spectacular mood, even though I had no time to do anything but work. Now things are falling into the proper place, and my lunches might go back to being my lunches.

I finally finished the Cinderella Essay, and now I have to just read it once more time to make sure it’s edited enough. I was certain I couldn’t change the beginning, determined that I would no matter what, and was pleasantly surprised when all the words fell into place, reassembling themselves where they were supposed to go.

My next battle is to try and work on Water’s Edge and another Neil Gaiman article. And another short story.

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  What do you dream about?
Thursday, August 23, 2007

When I first divorced I used to keep a journal. It was a love letter to someone else, to the future, to the love I was sure I would find soon. I told him about my day, and about my hopes, and about the dreams I had, the odd moments of deja vu, where I was almost certain I was seeing through his eyes. Sometimes I would close my eyes, and see a road that I’d never before seen, and wondered if the vision I held in my head was that of him, right then, driving some road. Was he going home? Was he alone? Sometimes I would be inexplicably happy for absolutely no reason, sometimes so sad I longed to cut my own heart out of my chest and only feel the better for it. Was I feeling something, down some invisible connection? Were the emotions mine? Or was it just an odd balance of chemical and moment that made me feel the way I did?

I haven’t written in that journal in ages. It seems stupid now, why would he want to read about my troubles, my victories, the millions of questions I asked that he had not been able to answer? I don’t even know where it is, probably on a book case somewhere, with the blank books I can’t bear to mark up.

Do you ever find yourself drinking tea, and wondering if your soul mate drinks tea, or prefers coffee? Do you ever see the curve of road ahead, and wonder if someone is waiting for you there, just enither of you know it? Do you wonder if they miss us as much as we miss them, or are they even thinking of us at all?

Sometimes I do. Sometimes I look up at the night sky and wonder if the stars that shine on me touch him as well. And sometimes, just sometimes, I pretend that right then he’s wondering the same thing as well.

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That's really interesting, and sad. I think I used to do this, but I don't believe in soul mates anymore -- maybe because I've been married almost 20 years.

By Blogger Paula, at 8:24 AM  

Cindy, this was such a beautiful, bittersweet, wonderful post. It really inspired me and changed the direction entirely of my next project. Huge. So thank you!!

By Blogger Joely Sue Burkhart, at 5:13 PM  

Miss UV, you're probably right. But 20 years of marriage is awesome.

Joely, Your words are a great honor to me, thank you!

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Thirteen Things about Cindy Lynn



I sort of wanted me Thursday Thirteen to be a bit imaginative, but since it’s my first one, maybe it should be a bit more introductory.

So, thirteen things that bring me joy.

1. Books. When I first worked at the library, I remember going up to the third and fourth floors, where the majority of the books were housed, I used to feel as if the books were welcoming me. Even now, anywhere there’s a group of shelves, I feel a pull. It might sound weird, but I find it comforting to place my hands on the spines. Like there’s power and energy flowing into me. I love opening a book and finding a note card or flowers left between the pages. I love the smell of the paper, and the feel of it, when it’s really good paper it has a thickness, a grain to it, that seems somehow timeless. Colored end papers, especially if they are maps, delight me. I always start a book from the end papers…I read every page, even the copyright page, in order, because you never know what secrets you might find. I will never give up books. I know a lot of fellow authors who get cranky about the book attitude that readers have – a lot of us have e-books, and we desperately want people to read them. So I understand that. But I also understand the glory of arranging books, or seeing beautifully colored spines lined up neatly, the allure of sets and the joy of the weight of a book in my hands.

2. Driving at night. Or, I could also say, riding. When I was going to high school, the bus would come get me first, and so often I would find myself in the very last seat of the bus before dawn overtook the night, and I was amazed at how silent it was. The roar of the engine and the darkness served to create a blanket of nothingness, and my mind could wander at will. It was one of the few times of real peace I would get before I got home. Later, when I was driving almost three hours every weekend to go from work to home then back again, I often drove in the dark. In the morning it was different…half sleepy, half anxious to get to work on time. I enjoyed the silence, but other things intruded. At night, it was always better. I had all the time in the world, I was unlikely to fall asleep (I confess, a couple of times I fell asleep at the wheel on a very, very busy highway…a couple of times I had to park and get out of the car and do jumping jacks, which is just great for entertaining fellow morning commuters, but I figure, better be laughable than be dead.) and there were more lights to enjoy. I adore lights at night. Somehow, driving at night gives me a feeling of freedom and contentment.

3. Chocolate. The department I work at lives on chocolate. I’m not a huge fiend, though – I can make a box of chocolates, especially good ones, last months. Anyway, it’s nice to share chocolate, to have that lift during the day.

4. Colored glass. I collect glass – bowls, plates, vases, anything that has a nice jewel tone to it and is not expensive. Most of my collection cost .50 cents at the most, and all was picked up at a flea market or second hand shop. I’ve sort of stopped, mostly because there’s not enough room, and because I have more than is practicable to use, but I adore the trueness of colors, the play of light through it. No color is more itself than when it is captured in glass.

5. Fabric. One of my weaknesses is for soft things. I bought several yards of fake fur to line a cloak with, and every time I pass it I stroke it, unable to stop myself. I love weaves and textures, I love the feel of the drape of velvet, or the cool kiss of silk. For me, sewing is like a puzzle. What fabrics fit together? What trim is needed to make it the way it is supposed to be? How do things fit together? I sew instinctually; I know I won’t be happy with what I make unless I concentrate, unless a vision pops in my mind of how the fabric I am working with wants to be made up.

6. Renaissance Faires. One of my secret ambitions is to run away to the faire. I’ve always wanted to do that, when I was a teen I thought it would be a bit more like a traveling circus, that I would be surrounded by knights and ladies and such all the time as we went from faire to faire. That was before I’d actually been to one, alas…but now that I’ve met real rennies, and seen their natures as a whole, now that I have a better understanding of the lifestyle, I still desire to be a part of it, rather than just a playtron. But, I keep thinking of the old adage, never make your escape your prison, and am content to visit, to listen to the sounds of bards singing, of people plying their wares, and to see the costumes and the horses.

7. Sailing Ships. I have always, even before M&C, loved ships. I think they are incredibly elegant, their curved sides, their prow slicing through the waves. I love the quality of the light as it touches the billowing sails. And of course, I love their Lieutenants, but if you know me at all, you sort of expect me to say that.

8. The Woods. When we had a horse, the woods behind my house were easy to access. I would spend hours wandering them, or sitting on a fallen tree reading. I used to track creatures in the snow, thinking how cute the little marks made by their feet were. The woods are ever changing…you walk the same paths every day, and it’s never quite the same place you saw the day before.

9. Paint. I am not a very talented painter. Point of fact, I’m more of a cheater than a painter, I might have passed oil painting in college with a B but I really am not very good. But still, whether it’s bottled acrylic craft paint or expensive tubed oils, I love it. I love mixing the colors, seeing the stripes and blots of paint on my hand. When I paint crafts, such as the time I painted my dresser knobs, I often use my hand to re-point the brush, and once, when I was done, the thumb and back of my hand looked the tail of some exotic bird.

10. Tea. Tea is one of the most interesting of things because, despite the fact that there are a vast number of people who don’t drink it, (though a lot of people, when pressed, will admit they drink iced tea) it’s really quite universal. You can travel the world though your tea cup…not only because of the different flavors of tea, the multitude of leaves and blends, but because there are so many stories and traditions, both personal and cultural. For me, I find it a vast comfort. I have many different kinds, and I enjoy having a choice, being able to suit my mood. The warmth of the mug, the sweetness, these things all give me a lift. If I am overly stressed, I make myself make a cup of tea. My favorite tea time is when I can drink and read a good book, cuddled up in bed.

11. Sleep. I know, that so shouldn’t be on here. But I like sleep. I like being warm and comfortable – two of my blankets are velvet, and they get snuggly. I like closing my eyes and going someplace else. My favorite part is when I can drift, and sort of day dream, tell myself stories. I think, looking at this list, that I am getting a feeling that my favorite times are all times when I am alone in my own head. No one bothers you when you are sleeping, and you can put all your effort towards imagining things. I just wish I could learn to control my dreams. 

12. Making things. I enjoy crafts a great deal, or making icons, or anything creative. When I was younger I realized that I would never be able to find or afford the things I wanted, and so I had to learn how to make them. My parents are both crafters so I come by it honestly, my mother sews and crochets and everything like that, my father is a blacksmith. There is something satisfying about making something, knowing that you did it, that it is something you’ve created and is original and just what you want, or at least as close as possible.

13. Writing. Aha! Did you think I’d forgotten? Writing is a combination of many of the things on my list. It is creative. It is solitary. It is, when it’s going well, peaceful. It requires books for research and if luck prevails will become a book in time. When I write, and I know what I’m doing, there is nothing better. I truly believe that all books are written in the background noise of our heads, that when a book is truly begun we have no idea of it. When you finally sit down to write it, you are merely scribing what has already been written, and when you get stuck, that’s because you’ve caught up with yourself and have to wait for the back of your head to write more. Books write themselves, slowly, it only has as much to do with the writer as a good crop has to do with the farmer. It takes good soil and hard work and luck.




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Permalink Cindy scribed this at 8:18 AM 6 comments

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I like to write too. I wish I could follow your example re: the chocolate thing.

Welcome to Thursday 13.

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I forgot my link:

Buck Naked Politics.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:32 AM  

Great list! I know exactly what you mean about books; I feel the same. Welcome to Thursday Thirteen! This is my second week doing it, and it's really fun. My list is 13 words I love. http://musingsofmrsmount.blogspot.com

By Blogger erin, at 10:48 AM  

Yay, Cindy, welcome to TT! Thanks for "introducing" yourself!

By Blogger Joely Sue Burkhart, at 11:13 AM  

Excellent list! I agree with you about books, and you have no reason to feel apologetic about liking sleep!

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8:13 PM  

What a great list! Yes, I feel much the same about books. I can't count the number of times I've been caught smelling books at the bookstore. :)

And mmmmmmmm.... tea. It's too hot here for me to make hot tea, and I'm waiting eagerly for it to cool down enough for me to enjoy it again. My very favorite is Brazilian Mate, but it's hard to come by (there are other kinds of Mate but none of the ones I've had seem as good to me).

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  Win a Charles Perrault book!
Friday, August 17, 2007

I wrote an update about my vacation and such, and then forgot to post it.

Ah, well. The rest of the vacation was fine. I feel really wonderful, especially since it wasn’t too bad to catch up at work.

My news now is that I’ve finished the Neil Gaiman article…again. I hope it will be live soon, I’ll let you know.

Also, I would like to announce that I am giving away a book. Yes, me the bibliophile parting with a book, to celebrate all sorts of things. One…that I’m published. That’s rather nifty. Two, the wonderful Apryl Duncan of www.fictionaddiction.net has given me free ad space, and I made up my own ad, even animated it. (In fact, that may be why some of you are here!) I’m sure a professional will tell me how many yards of tacky and awful it is, but I kind of like it. Also, soon you will see a completely new look. This will become a Word Press Blog and will have a most amazing new template. I saw it today, and I know you will love it as much as I do. It’s mysterious, it’s fantastical, and completely me. Deena Fisher, who you will recall made my book covers, made it for me. She wears a lot of hats – publisher, web designer, writer, and artist. I am constantly in awe of her.

Win me!

Large-format reprint of the 1921 translation of the 1697 French original. These masterfully told 17th-century tales for children have been embellished with 34 magnificent, full-page engravings by Gustave Doré. Included are Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Puss in Boots, Blue Beard, The Fairies, Cinderella, Tom Thumb, and Ricky of the Tuft. 117 pages, Soft Cover
I love this book a great deal because it has many really wonderful stories…I dispute that it’s for children simply because some of these tales are quite dark. The engravings are awesome, but that goes without saying. “The Fairies” is the very story that inspired “Every Word I Speak.” I read this story, about a young woman who is rewarded for her good deeds – bespelled so that with every word she speaks a diamond, a rose, a pearl or some other flower falls from her lips, in one sitting, then got up to do the dishes. I kept thinking about the young woman in the tale, and how awful it would be to have such a thing happen. I wondered if she would choke on the stones, how she would talk around them. It seemed uncomfortable, even embarrassing. And what kind of man would want to marry her? I know fairy tales are short, but a lot of times the handsome princes who arrive just in time to carry the heroine away to her happily ever after seem a little self serving.

The Blue Beard story isn’t quite the story that inspired “A Necklace of Rubies” – it’s Mr. Fox who has that (sort of) honor, but it’s fun to read both stories and see the similarities that show that they came from the same root tale.

I will inscribe it to the winner or include a signed book plate, (I won’t glue the plate in) whichever the winner prefers.

So, how can you win this marvelous book?

Answer one of these questions:

1: Why is it called “A Necklace of Rubies”?

2: Which story was written first, “Every Word I Speak” or “A Necklace of Rubies”?

Email Gabbywinter at gmail dot com with your answer and address and I’ll print the correct answers and put them into a hat. I’ll randomly draw a name September 1st.
Good luck!

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The new site is gorgeous! I hope everything went well over the weekend with your family.

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  Write, sleep, write some more...
Monday, August 13, 2007

So far, the vacation is going really well. I feel pretty rested and stress free. I think by the time I get back to work on Wednesday I’ll see my life as a bunch of little steps to get me through the day again, not a bunch of burdens to bear.

Thursday afternoon we had a really amazing storm that took out the power in our house. We didn’t get it back until Friday night. It forced me to go to bed very early, around 9:00, and I was tired enough to sleep through until after nine the next day. Both days were swelteringly hot, and we were worried about our food, so I had an idea that works really well if you find yourself in a similar situation: get a couple of garbage cans, metal is possible as they work a lot better (we had some in storage) and about 30 pounds of ice for each can. Put in a garbage bag, then pour in some ice. Put in a layer of food, then some more ice, more food, then top it off with ice. Wrap the can in another garbage bag and a bunch of blankets, quilts, afghans or whatever else you have. Our food all lasted really well.

I did some house projects, but mostly so far I’ve rested and written, managing to finally finish “But Can You Let Him Go?” And did some sewing. I finished the pink Tudor dress and am now working on a black and teal Gypsy/wench/pirate outfit. I’m using soft, sheer black cloth for the shirt and underskirt.

So, now I have two writing projects, I am going to write an essay about Cinderella, and take a second look at the Neil Gaiman Movie essay, because, since it’s not up yet, I want to use this as my chance to do another update.

And I need to work on another book…I started another, “The Gravedigger’s Song”, but I might just take a bunch of notes about all the twists and nifty things and shelve it until one of the partials are done.

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Interesting post you have here! Hope your vaccation is going well.

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  Where have I been?
Thursday, August 09, 2007

Well, the past couple of days I’ve been finishing up on my latest short story, the one that takes the tale of Cinderella and attempts to explain why there are a zillion of them. Of course, there are many other fairy tales with their tons of variations, but I have always had a soft spot for the cinder-girl. What’s neat is that she can be anything from a prostitute in one tale to a murderess in another, sometimes she is a princess, sometimes she is a servant. I thought I was at the editing stage when I realized that I still had another tale to add in, so I went and re-read a couple of stories, and chose to use “Fair, Brown and Trembling” as my final piece. I think that I am now ready to edit, so, definitely be done by the end of the week.

It’s amazing to me, always, how things develop as you write them. How a character who seems to be a minor throw away has obvious roots in the story that make them invaluable. I’ve also been having a lot of fun with it. I think it says a lot about the nature of our selves, how sometimes the smallest selfish act can be devastating, as well as the nature of magic and the stories themselves.

It’s also scary because I have in mind who I am going to send this to. I think there will always be a part of me that worries that the new thing doesn’t measure up to the things that were published, which is a complete reversal to how I felt just a few months ago, that the old things that I wrote ages ago will never be as good as the things I’ve written now. But, you keep plugging on, keep doing your best, and don’t think about it much more than that. The things in publishing that you worry most about, generally, are the things you can’t actually do anything about.

Hmm. You know, it’s way past my bedtime. Lucky for me, I have the day off tomorrow, for I decided I was in desperate need of a vacation, and am taking one. Yay!

PS: Great thing about having my Google accounts back number 82: Having the cute fox theme back. I love my little Japanese Fox!

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  I wish I could write as fast as I can sew.
Monday, August 06, 2007

Gloomy Monday. The world is dark and dingy. I usually love dark weather, especially when it gets all ominous with rain, and beats down on the tin roof, but this has a filthiness to it, when you go outside you feel hot and even a little greasy. I want a good, steady rain, not a wash out, something that will heal the dry earth, something I can run outside in.

I was surprised to see that I made this article on Gmail I better back up my blog and mail, if this keeps up, Gmail might ban me! ;) But I'm glad that the article is getting so much attention.

I managed to get a good deal done on the dress. I need to hem it, do some trim, but mostly we can call her finished. I need to start cutting the next one, my projects are: one more medieval dress, one wench outfit, one regency gown, one cloak, one Spencer jacket. I think I have everything except for a cloak clasp, and I'm tempted to wait until the Renaissance Faire to see if anyone has one. I have some other projects, like a chemise and some drop front breeches, maybe even a shirt to go with the jacket I made, but those are sort of hazy. I watched a bit of Kenneth Branaugh's Hamlet last night because the evil PBS station decided to play pledge drive stuff rather than the last Miss Marple. It was the one I was looking forward to the most, of course. It was an odd night. I was actually feeling sociable but no one was online. I enjoy Kenneth's take on Hamlet...he plays up the romance between Ophelia and Hamlet nicely, so it seems like he really did care for her. (In High School, I was not convinced this was so.) So, yeah, liking that quite a bit, and it's fun to sew during.

Now I’m home. Something died up on the hill, and I went to look for it, but couldn’t find it. The smell of festering death has settled over and in the house, but fortunately the air conditioners seem to make the smell go away. Since it’s a hot day, it’s just as well.

When I came home, bed was calling me. In fact, I’d still love to lay down and close my eyes. I seem to be drawn to nap a lot lately, though I rarely give in to it. The bed whispers to me of crisp, cool sheets, of velvety soft blankets. It talks to me about my body pillow, satin on one side, velvet on the other. It seems to reach up and shake the embroidered pillow cases into place, as if trying to fluff them, making them seem oh so inviting. Recently, it seems as if I would sleep away my life if I could. I get pretty aggravated with myself over the matter, I call myself lazy, I tell myself that I am not working hard enough towards my goals.

Of course, we can all be nice and say that I’m dealing with so much right now. I think a lot of my trouble is stress, stress and…stress. But I need to try to do something every single day to make life better.

But right now, I’m freezing to death and so I think I’ll wrap up and read. Stephanie Plum has an Uncle to find.

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  Christopher Walken: Master Chef
Saturday, August 04, 2007

This day has been so, so bad. I mean, like, woah. Our truck broke down on the way to go buy some roofing tin, and after waiting for the tow truck to show up, I called and found out he was waiting for me to call back because he wanted to make sure I got the money for the tow first. But, we got home, thanks to a lot of prayers to the Lord…

But I’ve decided I’m not going to talk any more about it. Just trust me. Awful day.

Instead, I want to show you this: Christopher Walken cooking chicken with pears. What I love about it is that it’s sort of immediate. I felt like I was sitting in Christopher Walken’s kitchen, maybe drinking a nice wine or something, while he described the recipe to me. I like how his kitchen felt like any kitchen I’ve ever been in, small, but very nice. I want the thing he used to roast the chicken, but have no idea where to look or what it’s called.

I think I shall go sew a little more. I managed to get one dress sleeve done…I decided to start with the sleeves, which are huge, and lined in baroque satin. The satin is part of a roll I bought for my wedding dress, I managed to get it very cheap. I liked the satin, though it’s not the best satin you can buy, it’s very stiff, almost like lining fabric. Unfortunately, it also unravels a little, so I decided to sew the sleeves first to [prevent it getting too bad. I know people who sew around the edges of something that they are worried about…that’s a great way to do it, but this felt more efficient.

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I had to kind of giggle. I'm not sure I'd want to sit in Christopher Walken's kitchen. He's always been a little spooky to me. I'll never forget a character he did on Saturday Night Live. It was an aging lethario (think that is how you spell it),preying on the women in his building, trying to steal a kiss and more..lol. Creepy but love the idea of chicken and pears!

By Blogger Lisa McGlaun, at 8:26 PM  

Oh, I remember seeing that! The Continental? Was that was he was called? It was creepy, but funny.

I love the idea of the recipe, too, but I wonder what really keeps the chicken tender? I wonder if the salt would really seal the juices in?

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  Come where the so well beloved is waiting...
Friday, August 03, 2007

I love Barbara Hambly’s men. I wonder if they really exist anywhere but in her head and in the heads of her readers, though I also know, the nature of writing declares that the John Aversin or Phil Cooper or Anthryg Windrose in my head and in your head and in Barbara Hambly’s head are not the same. There is just a way she creates them…the strong, yet delicate hands, the craving for knowledge or art or something just more than what they are. The pursuit of their dreams. The stories she writes are awesome, the pacing perfect, the ideas interesting, the worlds well described, and for those things alone I would read and love her books, but it is her men that I miss when I reach the end of the story. Imperfectly perfect, gawky, sometimes, but always good, always kind.

Well, all except Don Simon Ysidro. But he’s still my favorite vampire, ever.

Sometimes it has the odd ability to depress me, how lovely they are. The desire to touch something less tangible than the wind, than the words you spoke last week, than a promise.

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I'm writing a vampire story. I've never read Barbara Hambly. What's the title of the Don Simon Ysidro book? Sounds like it would be a good one for me to read if you love the vampire so much.

Thanks,
Lisa

By Blogger Lisa McGlaun, at 11:06 AM  

Hello!

There are two, actually, in order they are:

Those Who Hunt the Night
and
Traveling With the Dead

I really look forward to hearing what you think!

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  What did you miss?
Thursday, August 02, 2007

Hello!

I haven't updated my blog because since July 15th, my Gmail has been down. But, after much moaning and crying and praying, I have it...and my blog!...back.

I'll post some of the posts I posted to my Live Journal, and back date them to the date I posted them on LJ. :)

It's so good to be back. I know there were a lot of visitors, and I am so, so sorry I've not gotten to greet you.

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Congratulations, your blog back in circulation, enjoy the blogosphere,cheers ^^

By Blogger LORD MANILA STONE, at 8:14 AM  

Thank you!

It is nice to be back, for certain! :D

By Blogger Cindy, at 8:43 AM  

Glad you are back--and that I discovered your blog. Thanks for the heads up about the greeting card spam. I've gotten several of those on Gmail. Opened one by accident and McAfee caught it, thank heavens.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:58 AM  

Thank you so much! I'm really glad you visited!

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