Monthly Archives: December 2008

cheered

Posted on December 27, 2008 by Deanna

When I get a chance to sit lately, it’s felt like coming off a long shift in some over-houred factory. I’m tired. We had much stuff packed into the past three months. Not as much as many of you did, I’m sure, but for me it’s been way more than usual. Reaching the final days … Continue reading →

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fires glimmer

Posted on December 23, 2008 by Deanna

At this house we work to keep flames dancing in the woodstove. It’s an occupation ripe for musing about life. Pieces of logs are plentiful, because over many years Tim has mastered the art of gathering huge tree portions (forest service permit tucked in his wallet) and hauling them to our driveway, where his trusty … Continue reading →

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red, green, and white

Posted on December 17, 2008 by Deanna

This is rare enough around here.But to get the white stuff along with Christmas cheeriness. Wow.It’s cause for riding off to rejoice with friends.Not that I did. I tried to contribute to holiday cheer by capturing the moon and trees and snow. My pic’s either kinda wonky or artistic.For tomorrow they forecast more wintriness. Maybe … Continue reading →

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now of Christmas

Posted on December 14, 2008 by Deanna

We wait for snow. Arctic air has settled north of us and is supposed to lower our near-freezing temperatures even more tonight. Fire in the woodstove is our hub. Warm dishwater soothes the fingers. I set Christmas plates and mugs on shelves, humming to piano-smooth carols from the stereo. My daughter fasts, anticipating an Orthodox … Continue reading →

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holey groove, 1979

Posted on December 10, 2008 by Deanna

Ready for work the next morning I sit on the sofa in alarmless quiet and open my Bible. “Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances,” it says. I’ve sure lately fallen down in that area. “Thank you, God,” I pray, my hands folded and my eyes closed. “Thank you for Tim. For … Continue reading →

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