Let’s wait a moment and see if Stephen King’s muse shows up (the guy with the cigar that makes magic).
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I don’t see him anywhere. Do you? Of course none of that makes sense if you haven’t read my January 4 blog. In lieu of any sort of magical muse appearing, I’ll give you some random thoughts for the day. After all, I can’t feed you C.S. Lewis quotes all the time – it’s too rich a diet for every day.
‘Twas the third day in a row in which it was snowing while I walked. I quite enjoyed it and almost didn’t mind having my hands freeze while I was taking photos. I ended up back in the cemetery where I am always by myself. It’s like entering a secret vault that no one else knows about. I like it that way. I strolled along having happy snow thoughts and wished for a squirrel to come pose for me. My wish did not come true.
As I was nearing home, a man approached me while I was walking with my camera and asked, “Are you a photographer?” It was my husband, teasing me about an earlier post I’d written about delusions of grandeur. I asked if he wanted my autograph. While I was out gallivanting around looking dewey-eyed at all the snow, he was doing the practical business of clearing it from our walkways. We can’t all be dreamers.
Well, I knew there’d be days like this when I decided to write a blog every day. Sometimes there’s just not much to say. Too-da-loo, peeps!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 