Witching you a spooktacular holiday!
Don't forget to turn your clocks back
before you go to bed tonight!
Don't forget to turn your clocks back
before you go to bed tonight!
My thoughts in words and pictures...


He bent over his trunk again, but almost immediately stood up once more, his hand clenched on his wand. He had sensed rather than heard it: Someone or something was standing in the narrow gap between the garage and the fence behind him. Harry squinted at the bleak alleyway. If only it would move, then he'd know whether it was just a stray cat—or something else.
~Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
By J.K. Rowling
Argh! Don't you love days when the computer refuses to cooperate with you? I tried posting this three or four times from work today, but for some reason the work computer was really boggy today. Ah well...better late than never, right?

No one saw the girl die. It was just a little too early, a morning still too dark, first light barely warming the edge of the sky. The night frost yet shimmered on the ground, a faint ghostly silver. It was barely 6:00a.m. on a late October morning when sixteen-year-old Bertha Huse stepped out into the quiet.

While waiting for Sis and The Bug to arrive this morning (naturally they were later than they said they would be...shocker!), I whipped up a couple fall birthday cards, again using last week's sketch, SC249. I can't believe I'd not used this set before today. It was a free hostess set I got last year. I randomly stamped the flower across the bottom and around edges of top portion of the card base in More Mustard. I also sponged around the edges of the image panel with the same color.

While recently reading 1984, I noted that this book has some great vocabulary words in it. Without further ado, here are thirteen plucked out of the book to add to your roster of words. Examples of usage are taken direct from the novel.
When I was little, I was going to be a ballerina. This was a strange ambition for a five-year-old who could trip over both feet at the same time while standing still. As soon as that tragic fact dawned on me, I settled on the more attainable ambition of becoming a lion tamer. This, at least, seemed perfectly within my reach, because my cat always did exactly what I wanted her to--well, except when she balked at jumping through the lighted hoop. Which is just as well, because Mom didn't exactly approve of my setting fire to her quilting frame. With the quilt in it.






The Wisconsin Book Festival kicks off today and runs through Sunday. To be honest, I do not look forward to it as much as I have in previous years. In fact, it took a great deal of poring over the schedule of events to find something I might actually be interested in attending. The reason? Despite what it says there to the left about encouraging Wisconsinites of all ages to "read widely," I feel that the festival has become more "literary" focused and, by extension, exclusive, the last couple of years. There is great emphasis on non-fiction, poetry and literary fiction, but anything else? Forget about it! Don't believe me? Look at the list of this year's presenters/events. How many names do YOU recognize? Me? Three, maybe four. Out of more than a hundred presenters.
When there were no external records that you could refer to, even the outline of your own life lost its sharpness. You remembered huge events which had quite probably not happened, you remembered the details of incidents without being able to recapture their atmosphere, and there were long blank periods to which you could assign nothing.

