The cathedral had a quiet day:
It's a half day where you meditate on the meaning of life. Me, I was bit fidgitey, and spent most of my time wandering around and about:
I was thinking about my two muses: Father Gibault and Elvis.
Father Pierre Giubault was a priest in what became the state of Illinois during the american revolution:
I ran acrosss him when I doing my first attempt at fiction writing, and he's stayed with me. I've always felt a bond with him, and maybe one day, I'll be able to do his story justice.
And then there's 'Brother' Presley:
When I moved mom back to Memphis, I was watching this very video, and felt something reaching ou to me. I followed that dream:
and it's a hit (with the writer's guild, at least). I've got him all the way up to Opry appearance.
Meanwhile, back in Albany:
The snow was mostly gone, so I went for a bike ride! only 10 miles, but hey, I got out.
And Elvis? He's been speaking to me ("Ms. Jana, you want to write about me? Well, get yourself a guitar, gal. It don't have to fancy. Heck, look at my first one").
So I off I went to the local Guitar. It appears I'm not cool enough for a guitar, since no one wanted to wait on Moi. oh,well, maybe I'll try a local store or a cheapie online one.
I was going to ride again today, but :
It's a half day where you meditate on the meaning of life. Me, I was bit fidgitey, and spent most of my time wandering around and about:
I was thinking about my two muses: Father Gibault and Elvis.
Father Pierre Giubault was a priest in what became the state of Illinois during the american revolution:
I ran acrosss him when I doing my first attempt at fiction writing, and he's stayed with me. I've always felt a bond with him, and maybe one day, I'll be able to do his story justice.
And then there's 'Brother' Presley:
When I moved mom back to Memphis, I was watching this very video, and felt something reaching ou to me. I followed that dream:
and it's a hit (with the writer's guild, at least). I've got him all the way up to Opry appearance.
Meanwhile, back in Albany:
The snow was mostly gone, so I went for a bike ride! only 10 miles, but hey, I got out.
And Elvis? He's been speaking to me ("Ms. Jana, you want to write about me? Well, get yourself a guitar, gal. It don't have to fancy. Heck, look at my first one").
So I off I went to the local Guitar. It appears I'm not cool enough for a guitar, since no one wanted to wait on Moi. oh,well, maybe I'll try a local store or a cheapie online one.
I was going to ride again today, but :
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