NaNoWriMo Day 3 – Even God Rested On Sunday
Or as a friend always says “That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” Let the excuses begin. First it …
Category Archives: The Lake
Summer’s End At The Lake
It had to happen. Eventually. And today was that day. But I am so grateful that I did it. Getting …
Am I Having Fun Yet?
That was the plan you know … I was invited to do one more weekend at the lake. And since …
Ah, I Love The Sound Of Loons In The Morning …
… but I could stand it to be about twenty degrees warmer here. Sitting on the porch, sipping coffee, looking …
Together Again …
… who would have ever guessed? Never in a million years could I have written a scenario like this. But …
And Here I Have Been Going To The Lake …
… every weekend … to renew my spirit. When all I really had to do was this. Oh, and sorry …
Hello? Elizabeth? Is That You?
I think I have mentioned that I basically spend my weekends at a lake … in a very old Hotel …
Dawn Of A New Day …
… in more ways than one. The sun rose over the lake … the start of a new day … …
Once Upon A Time There Was A Fire …
Usually a fable starts with “Once upon a time”. This one starts “Two weeks ago …” Two weeks ago there …
1928 Was A Very Good Year … For Cars
It started with a far off sound … A-OOOOO-GAH A-OOOOO-GAH. Funny … that sounded just like the old cartoons … the …
Too Hot To Do … Anything
I would love to wax poetic. Or even be funny. But mostly I am hot. And not in a good …
The First Annual?
Today started out like many do at the lake. With me getting a cup of coffee or tea from the …
Like The Concert On The Esplanade …
… only different. Many many years ago … fresh off my divorce … I was often to be found taking …
Keeping In Touch At Any Cost
… or How I Learned About My-Fi … or is that Mi-Fi? OK. So I have spent a few weekends …
The Perfect House
… at least as far as my Aunt is concerned. And another weekend at the lake comes to a close. …
Brides And Grooms And … Paddleboats?
And I thought the old-fashioned boat rides were not in production anymore … at least not around these parts. This …
Wanted: A Sleek Italian …
… I thought as I looked across the water. Sleek. Smooth. Italian. Perfect. And I was filled with a lust …
Almost Heaven …
… but not in West Virginia. In my latest episode of Where’s Waldo Holly, I have once more taken to …
Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death …
… and with those immortal words spoken by Rosalind Russell as Auntie Mame … thus begineth the Happy Holly Project entry for the day …
