This and that on a peculiar day

Though nothing is peculiar about the links. Just nice ones. I had to temporarily stop reading, So Great A Light, So Great A Smoke, because it was giving me nightmares. I had the Song, Joan of Arc, by Judy Collins, running in my head for DAYS! You know the one,

"The flames they followed Joan of Arc
While she went riding in the dark
No moon to make her armor bright
No man to get her through the smoky night."

To sooth myself, I'm reading Canticle for Liebowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. which is strangely similar to The Name of the Rose.

There is a new blog in the list. It's from one of the contributors of pictures here, spectacular sunsets and flowers. I've added it here because it's GREAT, and because I lost track of it in my mail bag! It's here now so that all can enjoy it, and so it will never be lost again.

Still knitting and reading. This is the full experience of the joy of retirement. It's also the excuse of the aged, to move more slowly and contemplatively -i.e. contemplate one's sins.

The big desk will fit into the corner of the dining room, and that means my plans for the big room have to be changed yet again. I want it to look like this picture, but right now that just isn't possible.




I leave you with a marble collection for OfTroy, since she and I share a love of all things made of glass. This will pop up on top as a picture.

As well as a wish for happiness, with a URL that L sent me for enlightenment. Indeed L, Joy at Last!