Reading the Signs . . .
A window of a small independent publisher’s bookstore/office, somewhere in Paris’ St. Germain area, if I remember correctly. I have a wealth of bookstore window photos — can’t seem to resist them. And those chairs…
View PostA window of a small independent publisher’s bookstore/office, somewhere in Paris’ St. Germain area, if I remember correctly. I have a wealth of bookstore window photos — can’t seem to resist them. And those chairs…
View PostOn Coastal British Columbia, we’re finally enjoying the consistent summer weather that paints every outdoor activity with pure joy. And it’s BC Day today! So we have a province of folks squeezing summer out of…
View PostIt’s all cleared away, although there’s a container of mincemeat in the fridge, several more of turkey soup in the freezer, to remind us that Christmas was here. While I was putting together course outlines…
View PostWe’re heading for an afternoon nap right now, Nola and I, her grandfather having headed off to town for groceries. So far, we’ve played trains together (there’s Brio track looping madly all over the kitchen…
View PostAlthough I love where I live, especially when Orcas swim by. and although I appreciate September’s cooling days with the return to classes, meeting new students, greeting my colleagues again, my thoughts do sometimes drift…
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