This is how I’ve been spending my days . . . Real post soon . . . promise . . .
Wordless Wednesdays . . . sort of . . .
Wednesday afternoon, sunny, 41 degrees.
Trying to get back into my blogging groove. Three posts in the last four days. Better than recent attempts, much worse than patterns of the past. Nothing I do is ever good enough in my own mind. Oh well . . .
Found this little beauty in my drafts folder. No idea as to why I hadn’t already posted it. Enjoy.
Here’s hoping that everyone out there has a safe, happy, and healthy 2020. Best wishes from me to you.
I once participated in a “Messiah” singalong at the Virginia Beach Convention Center with my other mother. It was a wonderful evening. I would love to be part of a flash mob performance such as this one.
I love this one . . . . . . . . .
My family trips were more than a weekend jaunt to the shore. We traveled all over Europe when I was a child, including a journey through Spain on our way back from a visit to Morocco. After watching some dancers in the street outside our hotel (which was named The White Horse–I have no idea why I remember that), I begged for a Flamenco costume—it was white with black polka dots; they bought it along with a set of castanets. When I came across this short film on Vimeo, I wanted to share it as it stirred so many memories.
Today is the birthday of Irish poet and playwright Oscar Wilde
(October 16, 1854–November 30, 1900).
Just try to resist the baby goat cuteness . . . I’m going to have to learn how to make goat pajamas if any are born in the winter . . .