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The Curtain There's a glorious rain falling outside our kitchen window. It's not quite a Wall of Water, but certainly, it's a Curtain of it. The drops are so huge you can see them as individual orbs. It's a lot of wetness. The birds are all holed up somewhere. They're not stupid. A light showe

He lets me sleep in while he heads off to work. He lets me try new recipes, and eats whatever I come up with. He lets me pick the path we'll walk even if he'd go another way. He lets me be a little crazy-- silliness isn't in him, but he lets me. He lets me . . . No, that's not quite right.

I am a very lucky husband, with a wife who knows why cooking solves real challenges . . . She knows better than priests and psychologists that men don't do well with instructions, or criticism . . . She simply start the mixer, puts on her cooking apron, turms on the music, and dances her way thr

Drifters are kind of non-essential. Don't really have a purpose, no destination. But when you see a bunch of them together Heading in the same direction-- you have to pause and wonder . . . Maybe they do have a purpose. Maybe they do have a destination. Let's watch these yellow, orange and red