Flurries riding the air…

Pinpricks of winter capitulating across the air in an wavy promenade as I watch from the comfort of my warm home. All beyond the pane of glass is cold, black and silent.

Directly above me the little cherubim rests in his sleep cave, he has been dreaming as evident by his startled wake from when I am putting him to bed, still seated no less and the bottle hasn’t been relinquished. He sits up and looks around as if something has changed or gone away. I hear him at night sometimes talking to himself, about what only god knows but sometimes it’s really amusing. I never knew a baby could laugh in his sleep but he does.

Last night’s festivities were simply magnificent. My wife bedecked in black lace, garter et al presented herself to me and it seemed like everything was right in the world. We both needed that connection last night, and knowing full well a healthy romp in the bedroom does not settle all the bumps in our path it acted to smooth it out at least for a while. We know our issues and I have been trying to think as clearly as possible despite my own inner turmoil.

As a biproduct of being in stone fabrication I have purchased some texts on woodworking, a subject which I’ve always been intrigued with. I remember when I was young watching the Yankee Woodshop and being amazed by what that craftsman accomplished.

I am thinking that perhaps if space allows I might organize a small woodshop at the back barn, I’m not looking to start a business rather small furniture pieces at first. The wood types alone are enough to digest but the manner of assemblies and techniques are amazing.

Ok. It’s time to get a few things out of the way.

Bundle up and stay warm.