Maggie is my 7-year old granddaughter who lives in Maryland. This Thanksgiving, when we were all together at the ski resort, her dad mentioned to me that she loves to hear stories about N.H. I told her I had many, many of them and I could write some down for her, if she liked.
She was thrilled, and I filed that information away for someday when I have time. The other day, I had run out of books to read, didn't want to go to bed quite yet, and so I sat down at this computer to write an entry. Well my fingers began the story for Maggie, without much thought on my part.
I stopped and created a new off-line journal for this project. I have now written two chapters, but instead of them being about N.H., I began back when we moved into our old R.I. house, Lyra, DB and I. As I wrote, more and more of those days with our young children came back to me. Now I wonder if I'll ever get to the N. H. days!
I e-mailed the first chapter to Maggie tonight. I've asked her dad to let me know if she is interested in another chapter. She's quite a reader, so I don't have to try to write "down" to her.
So I may not spend much time putting up entries from this journal in the next few weeks. My fingers seem to prefer writing for Maggie just now.
I'll upload this and go to bed. This has been a tiring, albeit short, week at work. Too many personnel entanglements; I am having trouble getting my regular work done.
Even though tiring just now, life is good. Thank you, Lord. Amen
8:13 PM
I thought of the lovely Frost poem Sandy has on her message board today as I walked down to the village. I think I've mentioned before that I pass by a "woods" that border a large estate on the way. Today snow had just begun to fall, and as there was quite a breeze, it gave the illusion of a real snowstorm. As I trudged past the woods, the snow obliterated the buildings inside the fence, and all I could see was snow blowing sideways through the trees. I found myself saying, "And miles to go before I sleep."
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