Lily says: Mars! Ha! That's not real! and she should know, being a Visitor herself...and what a time she's had! I liked the formulas, but mine are too grim to write down. And I think of Certain Romantic Adventures that Some Writers have had where her formula was in effect, but at the time, not at all viable. And life changes! We all grows up a tad! When I die they will just find me by the smell, and, hopefully, slip me into the small creek behind the house. I will bob there in various forms for a couple of months...no paperwork involved...no one will notice. Maybe beavers will take me away...
Haha- good stuff, Corb! Bobbing in various forms in a small creek for a couple of months sounds natural and lighter and not too grim once in transition.
for all her terribly convincing play acting at being old and crochety she is still a radiant god being and yes, I adore her sweet punkin ears: blessed be- you are both lucky
hmm thanks for asking / sequestered + cats + wily raccoons + cold rainy days - bicycle riding = hygge / it's pronounced something like hooga and is a danish custom of hanging out with your friends (or just yourself) staying warm and comfortable with food / yay for the beavers = good for everybody / writing things down + making lists + organizing my thoughts = one of my favorite things
sounds perfectly hygge to me! I've also got a batch of raccoons over here/ they are so smart. I'm in the raccoon/possum/beaver caucus or club or hangout if you will. Thanks for sharing your formula, it is definitely you.
Lily says: Mars! Ha! That's not real! and she should know, being a Visitor herself...and what a time she's had! I liked the formulas, but mine are too grim to write down. And I think of Certain Romantic Adventures that Some Writers have had where her formula was in effect, but at the time, not at all viable. And life changes! We all grows up a tad! When I die they will just find me by the smell, and, hopefully, slip me into the small creek behind the house. I will bob there in various forms for a couple of months...no paperwork involved...no one will notice. Maybe beavers will take me away...
Haha- good stuff, Corb! Bobbing in various forms in a small creek for a couple of months sounds natural and lighter and not too grim once in transition.
Didn't you love Lily's ears in the photo?!
for all her terribly convincing play acting at being old and crochety she is still a radiant god being and yes, I adore her sweet punkin ears: blessed be- you are both lucky
hmm thanks for asking / sequestered + cats + wily raccoons + cold rainy days - bicycle riding = hygge / it's pronounced something like hooga and is a danish custom of hanging out with your friends (or just yourself) staying warm and comfortable with food / yay for the beavers = good for everybody / writing things down + making lists + organizing my thoughts = one of my favorite things
sounds perfectly hygge to me! I've also got a batch of raccoons over here/ they are so smart. I'm in the raccoon/possum/beaver caucus or club or hangout if you will. Thanks for sharing your formula, it is definitely you.