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I am heartsick over this tragedy, and couldn’t agree more with this post. Well said, fellow blogger.
Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau.
Normally you would find a satirical article here. In this case, it would attempt to skewer the fetishization of war so banally common in the world today – and which this week tragically cut short the lives of 176 innocent people – by juxtaposing it against a more hopeful way out of the cycle of violence. That of peace.
There would be fictional quotes from Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, and thinly veiled disgust for the chest-beating of U.S. President Donald Trump, and Iran’s supreme leader Ali Khamenei. The article might conclude with a bitter statement from an average person, asking what war has done for them lately; or a final word from Trudeau, underscoring that while Canada is angered, and deeply hurt, it will not perpetuate the endless cycle of violence.
But we aren’t going to do that. Because the people who were on…
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Hello, friends and felines!
Maisie here, wishing my sister Vivian would make room for me on our big new bed in the living room. Yes, our early Christmas present is actually a dog bed, but it’s oh-so-comfy for us cats too.
Mom thinks she’s clever, making us share it with a beanie baby named “Howlidays.” We realize it’s Christmas and all, but we would’ve preferred a baby of our own species.
Oh well. Let me think… where shall I nap while waiting for my turn on the new bed?
Our twin beds are in the kitchen of course…
… and look what I found here. Just my size.
Ever-curious Vivian has to come along and inspect the situation.
I think you’re too big to fit, sis.
Move along. Nothing more to see here.
Thank you, sis. Now, one more thing…
Think, maybe, we can lose the mutt??
Ah… that’s much better!
Thanks, Mom… purr… zzzz…
Happy Holidays to all
and warm, cuddly wishes for the New Year!
See you in January!
This past Thursday, Perry’s Point welcomed its first little snowfall for the season, just enough to get this cranky-pants in the festive mood for Christmas.
Speaking of being welcomed, our neighbours rolled out the welcome mat in more ways than one that evening when they invited us over for supper.
Unbeknownst to us until we ventured outside — and unnecessary because there were only a couple inches of the white stuff — “W” had cleared a path from our house to his. A sweet little gesture that put smiles on our faces. Check it out:
“Kindness is like snow. It beautifies everything it covers.”
~ Kahlil Gibran
On the cusp of her dark autumn
November gathers and descends
once bright in October’s glow
her fallen raiment of gold
now flies upon the wind.
Stiff limbs scrape the starless sky
mute shadows fill her spaces
so no one sees the cracks
wrought by her many seasons
of frost and limp regret.
*Photo taken November 14, 2019 in Grand Falls-Windsor
Nighttime and Here I Stand:
2 titles in #2019picoftheweek challenge. For details see MariaAntonia
Barbara Vitelli, a.k.a. Book Club Mom, compiled this list of Pulitzer Prize winners for Fiction two years ago and updated it this year. By 2017, I had read only 10 of them, but since then I’ve added 5 and hope to read more. How many of these novels have you read?
Someday I’d like to say I have read all the Pulitzer Prize winners for fiction. I took a look at the all-time list, and discovered I have a long way to go!
2019: The Overstory by Richard Powers
2018: Less by Andrew Sean Greer(read and reviewed)
2017: The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
2016: The Sympathizer by Viet Thanh Nguyen
2015: All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr (read and reviewed)
2014: The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
2013: The Orphan Master’s Son by Adam Johnson
2012: No award
2011: A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan
2010: Tinkers by Paul Harding
2009: Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout (read and reviewed)
2008: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
2007: The Road by Cormac McCarthy (read and reviewed)
2006: March by Geraldine Brooks
2005: Gilead by Marilynne Robinson
2004: The Known World
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In July, I took these photos of a new bronze memorial erected last year in Victoria Park, St. John’s. I’m sharing them in honour of Remembrance Day tomorrow.
Inspired by the memory of his own grandfather, artist Morgan MacDonald named it One Hundred Portraits of the Great War.
“Cast from the faces of 100 descendants of Newfoundland Regiment soldiers who fought in the First World War, the installation is a kind of “living memory” featuring the families who have carried pain, loss, and pride throughout the last century. After casting each volunteer, MacDonald arranged the bronze effigies, then welded the casts to an oval frame reminiscent of antique war portraits.” – CBC News, NL
Volunteers had to stay still and breathe through straws while the casting hardened.
MacDonald said, “I think it’s incredibly special to have a placeholder and a location, so the families can come and reflect on that memory.”
Evocative? I believe so, particularly when viewed in person. Haunting? Definitely.
So is war.
Hey friends! It’s been longer than usual since I’ve blogged or shared a snap, but I think I had a good excuse. I’ve been going over the final draft of my latest novel manuscript with a fine-toothed comb in recent weeks—a little snip and tighten here, an extra fleshing out there—and I’m happy to say it is finally in the hands of its first beta reader.
Due to a few changes made, it took longer to get to this point than planned when I blogged about the final draft in June, but between the jigs and the reels and the hope that feedback is mostly positive, here we are.
Much has fallen by the wayside getting to this stage, so I’ll take the coming week to finish reading Jacqui Murray’s latest novel, and begin another one for my online book club. Along with that I’ll catch up on neglected chores and, of course, all my favorite blogs. (Sorry for not commenting much lately, bloggers!)
I had hoped to take part in NaNoWriMo this month, but instead my plan is to write a blurb, query letter and synopsis for submissions to publishers. I also hope to complete the outline for Book 2 of my speculative fiction trilogy by month’s end. That way, writing the first draft can begin on December 1.
I’m tuckered out, but also STOKED. I feel good about the book and am more focused than ever on my writing.
But first, I will follow Vivian’s lead: flake out, hang out, and recharge. See you next week.
This weekend, my sister and her husband came to visit and spend Thanksgiving with us. The weather was lovely on Friday and Saturday and we had a wonderful time together, as always.
Here are a few pics little sis took around the point and gave me permission to share. Thanks, Lynn.
Last weekend, we took the five-hour drive to Lead Cove, Trinity Bay, where my daughter and her family have their summer house.
I took a few photos on our walk to the beach on Old Lead Cove Road. When I lived there many moons ago, we called it Lead Cove bank.
Lots of dogberries once meant we were in store for a harsh winter, but that belief has since been debunked. Whatevs – they all seem harsh to me.
Of course, Archie came along.
His first time in Lead Cove.
Love this one.
Every year, a little closer to collapse.
An old root cellar,
still used by locals to store vegetables.
An abandoned root cellar figures largely in my new novel,
so I had to grab these shots.
Archie LOVED the freedom of his off-leash run.
This beats a dog park any day!
My kids played on this rocky beach many a time.
“Grand-Paul” describing erosion caused by the sea.
Either that, or he’s found an ostrich egg. 🙂
This past week, Paul and I drove to Deer Lake for work,
another five-hour drive each way. So all together,
20 hours of driving since last Friday.
Still, I do like fall road trips around the island!