The gloom of Blandford

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Blandford, fireplaces, firewood, fog, gloom, postaday2012, rain

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Today was the first day that I broke down and went foraging in my closet for my lovely robe de chambre, a present from my hubby, it is more than a bathrobe, it is my fall and winter attire until it warms back up. The fog was heavy and dreary, our first wood delivery, which tomorrow I will put into the garage, was yet another signal that fall is here to stay. Why can’t I just accept this changing of seasons, I never spend so many days refusing to welcome fall, I am entering this season kicking and screaming, can’t explain it.

I am going to cuddle with Jack and use his hot little furnace of a body to warm my hands. He is a wonderful lap dog. Rex is way too large to be a lap dog, but he never minds when I stretch out next to him to leech his heat. Dogs are great that way, always willing to help.

Old-Fashioned Communication

Owl Stationary

I don't think that I have written a handwritten letter in at least 25 years. I hand write my Christmas cards each and every year but letters no. I used to do monthly correspondences with my friends from overseas back when I was in high school and in college. Each month was a letter sent and a letter received and I have to say that I feel sorry for future generations who will not know the anticipation of finally receiving that long awaited letter, the rush of excitement and the trembling fingers opening the letter and reading it very quickly and than rereading it more slowly to savor the words. It's a wonderful feeling that an e-mail or a status update can never give you.