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A walk completed on the Spring day in the week of seasons.
Snow yesterday, pleasant today, 80 tomorrow, back to snow Monday.
This was a shorter fold up brim. And the crown decrease I love. I have enough yarn for a child’s hat. These are wool so not everyone could wear them. But sending on to the charity. I think they will be warm for those who have to be out in the cold.
I took a day off walking. Between the snow blanket covering the ground for poor Kali’s 6AM outside, developing winds, and achiness walking didn’t happen. The snow was melted by actual wake up at 9AM. ๐ข
Word count as of last night 7,376. It’s coming right along. ๐
The biggie is my CampNano. I am still in the years of vague memories. Though today I’ll move into my seventh year. Word count is 5,407. As soon as I post the blog I’ll get busy writing more. It is different writing memories as opposed to imagination.
So walking was walking at home. The wind was so bad there is no way it can be healthy to breathe a sky that looks like this.
Even so this happened:
And a quick word count for my CampNano memoir. 4,465. I still need another 800 before bed. So far, it’s fun. But the project and I are still young. LOL! And back to it!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โtip.โ Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!
Sometimes I have to look at my life. As I am writing my memories, I realize mine tip in the direction of love. Lots of love.
We are still walking. It’s become a part of our daily story. Above is one of the scenes we see. We went this way today.
We went straight until we heard the prompt say it was a mile. Then turned around.
So coming around back towards our street a neighbor came out to talk to us. She was concerned about a dog in a house closer to us. It seemed tangle in chains. They had tried to give the dog water as the chain was keeping the dog standing and unable to reach food or water.
The dog owner had been suffering from a stroke so none of us knew where he was.
We reported it to the sheriff looking for a welfare-check for the dog’s owner. My brother and husband untangled the chain and brought the dog here to chain in our front yard.
Anyway, that walk was short for milage but long on story.
I’ve set up my yWriter7 for my memoirs. CampNano started today. I think my goal is a little too high, 50k. My imagination is good for that. But real life? I can already see it will be a bit of a psychological trip but to get to nuggets to share I need to walk in the mully grubs.
In other news…
Now back to the mully grubbing.
The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
The new season on television prompted a reread of what I hoped was the equivalent of the book series. Except for a couple of scenes, this book was the more the season before. Still, this read raised my rating from four stars to five.
The narrator, Davina Porter, is terrific as she is reading Diana Gabaldon’s outstanding writing. In fact, I have decided that Ms. Gabaldon is one of my favorite authors. And Ms. Porter may be my favorite narrator. I love living in the Outlander world. I not only read at night before sleep, which proves hard to leave the book for but while Diamond Painting or knitting.
I found the same issue with figuring out when the voice is Claire’s or Bree’s, or Jamie’s or Roger’s, but it was easier this time knowing the story from the TV show and having read this before. I have already picked up the next book, A Breath of Snow and Ash. Now I am nearly caught up with the television series. I just wanted to see how the Revolution progressed in the books.
I highly recommend this series and its TV counterpart.
Below is my earlier review.
These are such great books. The story continues. And now I can watch the current series on TV. But…
Until this book, Divina Porter, the narrator of all the Outlander books, was able to change the voices of most of the characters enough that a listener could tell who was talking. With Bree, Roger, and Ian grown, they all sound like Clair and Jamie. If my eyes could handle the tracking, I would try to have the book or Kindle version open to track who is speaking. Instead, I have to back up a bit to see if I can find out. Or I just keep listening, and finally, context will indicate who had just been the speaker. That throws me out of the story.
Is it me, or is this book a little less exciting? I know with Covid19 all around and the stress that has caused us all, it may be playing a part in my attention levels. I may have to reread the series later when life returns us to quieter minds. So I will try not to affect my rating on this issue. I still loved it and have already downloaded the next book. I can’t wait to see how Jamie and his men adjust to the American Revolution. What if you were on the wrong side of history and knew it but couldn’t do much about it as no one but you had access to future history? Yeah. What a conundrum! Excellent writing, Diana Gabaldon!
Hat done. Yay! Already started the next one.
Another walk! Same trail. Kali wanted to come. She starts with wanting to run. I try to do my best. But quickly she’s tired and I feel cruel as I have no choice but to kind of drag her along. She won’t let me carry her. It’s already equally far to continue the route to turning around. She’s okay now. Chris and I did just fine. Everything is slower with Kali. It’s like taking a toddler for a walk. A block is miles!
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