Kathryn Magendie's Blog: Lonely Woman's Guide to the Galaxy, page 30

Memory Surges: What words may come - Guest on My Own Velvet Room

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(Flowers at Lake Junaluska)

Barry Fraser: A beautiful lovely man - We will miss him so very much

My friends, for any of you who knew and loved Barry Fraser - he has passed away. I just can't find words to express my grief over a man I never met face-to-face, but one for whom I had the greatest respect and love. I don't know what else to say. I'd written a dedication to him and  hoped that  dedication was one of hope and life and our Barry would write more about his walks with his best canine friend Lindsay. I feel honored to have known him. And now . . . he has left and I just feel so...

Pardon While Under Construction!

I'm fiddling with my blog - so it will change back and forth a little bit over the day as I have time to fiddle with it!

Stop: Take a moment to appreciate . . .

I must tell you that last night, I went outside, and I looked up, and there was a single firefly, or lightening bug as we called them as kids. I had just had that memory surface like an old song, and there one was, come winking to me as if it wanted to say, "We are still here, same as you." I watched it fly off and I smiled. More came, but I remembered the first most acutely.

Then I searched for Old Moon, and there, between the trees, Moon played hide and seek. I laughed, because it is hard f...

Scene from a Marriage: A Fairly Fair Fairy Story by Queen Kat Magendie

Once upon a time, in a land up high, there lived a Queen. This Queen's King was on a trip to a mysteriously eerie swamp-land of his birth called South Louisiana (pronounced: "South Loose-ee-an-uh).

Well, whilst the King was away, the High-Hillbilly-born Queen danced and sang, for there were no King's cooking fingerprints upon the appliances, no dribbles upon the counters and cabinets, and to booty-boot, the ennnnnn-tire bedchamber was Queens and Queens alone, whereupon she could flop and toss ...

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Scenes from a Marriage: Morning

Eyes open. Heave out of bed. Feet in slippers. Coffee pot turned on to grind beans and start brewing process. Me makes up bed while GMR puts seed out for birds/squirrels. Wash face . . . etc.
There is a dance and rhythm to the morning. Me and GMR want to get to that pot of coffee as soon as it finishes brewing, pour a cup (black for me; cream and sugar for GMR).


Me trudge trudges to coffee pot; hair askew, face dragging the ground.


Chipper Dipper GMR is between coffee and Me.


Me...

We have Comp'ny --

Hello and Happy Monday! GMR and I have "houseguests" and I am in the midst of going through line edits for "Petey" - what or who is a "Petey?" you may ask, or you may not *laugh* - but Petey is the novella I had to write and re-write and edit to completion in 30 days, for Bellebooks. From what I understand, it will be published along with another author's novella-length work. Don't know all the details yet, but when I do, I'll pass them on.

Meanwhile, I sent Sweetie on to BB so the line...

In the Car: Scene from a Marriage

Me: OMG! Watch out! You'll hit that squirrel!


GMR: It'll move out of the way.


Me: but what if it doesn't? You didn't even slow down! What if it isn't paying attention and you run it over . . .


GMR: It didn't; look, it's running off.


Me: But you COULD have run over it is what I'm saying. You didn't even slow down is what I'm saying. It could have happened because you don't slow down but instead just barrell on ahead, oblivious to things in your way.


GMR: *his inside head: - but it didn't happen...

Discipline . . .

Get into the car, drive down into Waynesville, go inside, up the stairs, and to the treadmill—each action, separate yet one, propels me to the start of my goal. The goal being: to jog/run five miles. I know once I'm on the treadmill, I still have to reach a certain point before I know I'll make it. Two and a half to three miles into it, I'm pretty set, in the zone so to speak, and will continue on to that five mile mark, sometimes with the feeling I could keep going (and I probably will when ...