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Oratorio Oh No

I volunteer with the Saskatoon Symphony Orchestra and this past Saturday was their annual Messiah Sing-Along, and I had the privilege to work this performance. It was also the same day as Richard’s work Christmas party. The review of the Christmas party gets its own block for another day.

As we live out of town, it would have been too far out for me to go to the show and run back to Waldheim to pick up Richard in time for his par tea. I decided to buy him a ticket for the show. I should have guessed from the look of his face I made a mistake.

We all know Handel’s Messiah. Well, not really; we know the Hallelujah part of the deal. Most of the world does not realise there is a beginning, more of a middle and an end. The Hallelujah isn’t even the end of the work. Ricky O’Bannon of the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra gives a great historical review:

5 Thing You Might Not Know About Handel’s Messiah

Richard suffered greatly through the performance, stating during the intermission that he should have gone to a movie. He does not like opera, though I told him this was not an opera, he obviously could not care less. I value his opinion on this subject. He has been blessed with my constant grumblings on Star Trek and The Walking Dead. 

Richard told me the combinations of sounds bothered him. I have never played my CD version of Messiah for Richard. He does find some choral performances uncomfortable to his ears. At first, I could not understand, but after taking a step into his space, I realised his point. Unlike hymns sang in church, with harmonies, the voices are singing the same words at the same time. Choir performances are not always so simple. The art comes in the waves of words, interminglings of sentences and the musical instruments filling in some of the voids. The airs and recitatives sung by the soloists mirror opera, of course, but in Messiah, these introductions to the various parts of the story are so important.

Though I no longer adhere to any religious beliefs, this piece somehow makes me miss church. The point of Messiah is to invoke feelings of love, compassion, and the need to believe. I think the history of the work, the process and the purpose for its creation is enough for me to feel the feels. I have listened to this throughout the year, like a puppy, it is for life, not just for Christmas.

I tried my best to make this performance special for both of us. As mentioned, I volunteered this day and this meant I had to leave him alone at times. The concert took place at Knox United Church in Saskatoon, a 104-year-old building, a place of history. The setting of Messiah was perfect, though not written for Christmas and not originally performed in a church (almost an unheard of thing to be done in the 18th-century), this building needed this piece played here. The beauty of Handel’s music and the words of Charles Jennens made for a wonderful moment. I was part of a truncated performance of Messiah in university when I was part of the Concert Choir. our performance of the work was done at First Presbyterian Church in Regina. The vibe was not the same; there was no weakening of the knees . Not like Saturday.

Though Richard did not like the time spent amongst the chamber players, the chorus – spectators were encouraged to sing along (hence the name of the show), and the soloists, the day was brightened by him just being there. I understand not to play this for him on our trip to Tisdale for Christmas. Granted, I do give him credit for not liking Schubert’s Ave Maria, everyone’s favourite Christmas dirge. He skips this one every time. *praise hands* 

Unfortunately, I will still be blessed with Michael W Smith’s Greatest Christmas Hits.


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I apologise for not stepping in here a little bit. Long bit, more like it. I need to discuss my feelings, my fears and my hopes that have sprung up since that awful moment in Orlando on 12 June, 2016.


I have been busy making stuff out of rocks, string, glue, music and trying to grow vegetables. I was finishing up a gift for a friend when I heard the news.

I have been questioning my own self as of late, and I am excited to be free of holding my true self in a room with no air, but Sunday scared the shit out of me. On Saturday I became more settled in the state of time I am living in. My stories are evolving, now I need to get back to writing them down to be looked at. The weather is making it more complicated because it is so warm. My rheumatoid arthritis is enjoying the warmth and keeping calm whilst carrying on. I have not been reading much lately, but then, summer makes it tough to curl up with a good book. See, real life continues through the questions and the answers.

I have a new haircut:


I have decided to go blonde and pink. This haircut also has caused some awful names, the primary one being “butch”.

Some of you may have seen my videos. The videos of me being me. You may only know me through my wordsmithing on der Facebooken, but I have started to open up more, thanks to some great people I have found over the ocean. I have disclosed my secrets, my feelings and my fears. My friends are trustworthy, caring, progressive, and most of all, loving. I am so lucky to have become friends with a great bunch over the Atlantic.

Not seagulls. The ones in Cornwall are the size of oxen.


(Photo courtesy of

I came across an interesting post yesterday (13 June) questioning why there has been no coverage of the events in Orlando. I had a WTF moment. Being the distributor of useless information, I shared the following link: Without divulging too much, I got into a bit of trouble when I was told some people took offence to my comment as to why the pastors in Waldheim do not empathise with the LGBTQ community. Let’s just say one church included the fallen in their prayers on Sunday.


I have to give the pastor a lot of credit, considering his other sermons which were not even close to kind. One sermon (by the associate pastor) basically said gay people should be banned from the church. The infamous quote “love the sinner, hate the sin” was introduced by one person in regard to how they would handle their child being gay. Yes, you still need to love them, but not accepting their sexual orientation is pretty damn near abandonment. I met some great LGBTQ youth at a function on Friday and Saturday. The love and compassion for the Lord they want to spread across the span of the world is amazing considering their own lifestyle is a grievous sin – apparently. No comment was made when I mentioned God is their only judge.

Richard and I have started our UK trip planning. We are looking at 2018, but I could go over yesterday. Richard asked if I would move to the UK and I would if I could work at my job from there. I am selfish; my job is keeping me here. I have never been so relaxed and content in my job life. I would miss even the most irksome moments if I moved. Moving to Saskatoon is a more acceptable option, sadly. Moving from Waldheim will not take me away from the hatred, but it will remove me from burning something down with my heated, angry heart. There was contempt shown to me by someone who agreed there should be more compassion. My husband and my friends know the true meaning of compassion.

After going over the event of Sunday I figured it is not me with the problem. As a friend said, in regards to the gay question, “things are no longer black and white.” My LGBTQ brothers and sisters who died and were seriously injured left more than their emptiness here, but grieving families and friends. Being more compassionate to your gay, lesbian, transgender and bisexual son or daughter takes a lot more than mere words. A review of your own morals and changes to your reading of the Word may help in figuring this all out. As I told the mother-in-question: “spend some time with those in the LGBTQ community” and suggested a more progressive look at the biblical world around her.

The conversation ended abruptly. Well lady, I’m not done.


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Okay, Here’s The Deal

I find out my times for volunteering at the SSO on Saturday. Excited muchly, I am. Also, after posting a photo of the model train display by the Saskatoon Railroad Modellers Group at the Western Development Museum to Tim Dunn (@MrTimDunn), a model villager and railroad fan, he suggested I join the club. Oh, the thought had crossed my mind. I failed to tell him I also have some videos. I had so much fun.

My parents came up for the Easter weekend, which was the reason for the visit to the WDM. This weekend was fantabulous. I did not feel any pressure to explain myself to my parents. They understood my last breakdown, which a few of you had to witness. I watched Richard go to church on Sunday. I did feel a bit sad for him, as we used to go together, but my feelings for what this holiday represents brought back a memory of a recent moment in time I think may have been a hint I was in the wrong place. It took a couple more to finally get me to a different place.

After a busy summer of a job shake-up, it was decided our small group was to no longer exist. Most of me was glad, as it was getting to be rather uncomfortable; not due to the people, but due to the people. Yes, you read correctly. Gosh, I feel silly to talk about this, but I really cannot find the nerve to do it out loud.

Not having the bible school background and to ability to fake my way into promoting the kingdom made some of the sessions unbearable. My secular university education did not prepare me for this. Nobody wanted to hear about the early church in the UK. History of the “church” only includes Peter, Paul and Mary (sadly, no dragons).

This brings up the point about the one speaker at my former church commending Charlemagne for spreading Christianity throughout Europe. After a number of conversations with other Bethany College (now closed) it would not surprise me that this speaker would not know Charlemagne (as stated in writing) committed genocide.

Charlemagne vs. The Saxons (1)

As pointed out by one of the classmates, bible schools are mostly denominational; so the curriculum is somewhat one sided. Fair enough, but nothing is stopping these good Christian kids from taking the time to expand their knowledge of their faith. I got tired of offering alternatives to the “stories”. Maybe my attempt at teaching sounded more like sarcasm? I will admit there were times it was intended.


The conversating also became very difficult. Whilst Richard and the other boys talked about hockey, The Walking Dead, comics and The Walking Dead reading comics during a hockey game, I got to listen to tantrum stories and bottle feeding issues. Sometimes I would join the discussion, but due to a useless womb, my additions were rather mundane. Though I have nothing but the highest regard for stay-at-home mums (my mother was one), I wanted to encourage them to step out of their comfort zone for a couple of minutes. Why did I have to conform to their idea of wonderfulness?

It felt like that moment at a family gathering where you are too young to sit with the adults, but too old to play with the cousins. I felt like I did not fit in; it was 1984 all over again.

I can count on my hands and feet the number of times I got the “I’m sorry to hear that” nod. I must have come across as not very bright. I would walk home, though mostly in silence, complain about not fitting in. How do I fit in now?

“Hey Wendy, you don’t have to; you are just fine as yourself,” I hear you say. That is why I feel a separarion is needed. Though I was well-liked for my scripture reading, very few wanted to get to know me. I am more than capable of reading non-biblibal works out loud. I read to Richard in the car quite a bit and he laughs. The SSO will give me an opportunity to branch out.

I don’t think I am quite ready for the model train club, however, I may volunteer at the WDM.


(1) Evans, G. R. “Christian History Institute.” Christian History Institute. N.p., 2014. Web. 28 Mar. 2016.

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Off the Path

Good evening everyone. I have been away for a week or so. I am having a tough time right now as I had been off my meds for a couple of days due to a counting mistake. I have been back on then as of Wednesday, but my body has not got the message yet. Due to the sudden change in functionality I have not bee geared up to write. My poetry has taken a break, my story writing has taken another break, in essence, my imagination has taken a break.

Certain events over the last couple of days have been a good indication that I may need to stay on my medication. From the beginning I knew that I will be on these pills for the rest of my life, but a part of me was hoping for a temporary break. I am sure diet and meditation will help in my treatment, do not get me wrong, but in order to maintain some semblance of order in the waves I need medication. I find listening to Petroc Trelawny at 1.30 (BBC 3 Breakfast starts at 12.30 am CST during the winter) very relaxing, even if the bit following is a boisterous trumpet sonata. I have found his commentaries on BBC Radio 4 rather enlightening and informative. Oh, I will not say his voice is perfect to help me fall asleep, not at all. He makes me comfortable. He makes me want to learn more about what I am listening to. By 3.00 am Breakfast is over and my brain is looking for something else to get excited over.

A friend suggested meditation. Meditation is new to me; I was a tad afraid of it. The idea of releasing tension but temporarily putting aside troubles and concerns felt far-out, hippy-like, cosmic, and a bit … wrong. Meditation is nowhere near wrong, it is a great way to let all your trouble fall out of your feet. If I am still awake past 2.00 I use a meditation app to help me get back to sleep. At this time it is too early to get up and at ’em, so I need to get back to sleep so I can get up at 6.04 am. Four times out of ten I fall back to sleep. The six times out of ten I am still awake trying to figure out how to turn off the app or finding out one of my friends in the UK has missed their bus. That means a failed attempt at relaxation, but a good chuckle to start the day. If all else fails I will read some of C. S. Lewis’ writings; those seem to help speed up the sleep process.

If by chance I sleep until my 6.04 am alarm buzzer goes off, I am in a fairly good mood. Sometimes. I think most of you that follow me of Facebook or Twitter know the difference between a good day and a bad day – I tell you. Now I have another way to alleviate the stress of the day. I do not think meditating to get back to sleep are what the applications are designed for. The goal is to have a complete and restful sleep from the time I go to bed. Actually, not all the apps are designed for sleep, but just a good peaceful moment after a long, hard day. There are applications to use to help fall asleep, but sometimes when I am at that point of nodding off, the presenter speaks. So much for that. Some people, like Richard, can fall asleep to the television or music, I cannot. My senses gravitate towards the noise, even if it something I have heard before.

This is something I have to keep trying, as I need to get a good night’s sleep. This will help me mentally and physically. It will also help with my relationship with Richard, which thankfully has not been as affected as I thought it would be. He does tease me a bit over the fact I have stated meditating, but the end result will be beneficial for both of us.

Plus, my C. S. Lewis book is almost done.


Photo: ©2014



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Han Solo Dies In The Movie


I have been under a lot of pressure, but this time it is a good thing. I have decided to use my creative ability for the good. Not that I have made things for the bad, only the end result of the things have turned out bad. I have not joined the Dark Side, but then again, I heard they have cookies. 🙂

I am sure most people on the planet who wanted to have seen the new Star Wars: The Force Awakens movie. As mentioned in a previous post I couldn’t care less about finding out the ending before seeing the film. As the film itself did not affect me in any way, shape or form, finding out the ending before seeing the beginning did not take any more years off from my life expectancy. I took the news as any sane person. Richard on the other hand wanted to remain unclued.

At least I hope I  have not lost any years. I should not tempt fate, now that I think about it.

I have become interested in writing again. I have even thrown my hat into the poetry game. So far, as per my mentor’s comments (Louis Hemmings), I am not doing a bad job. You can find my examples of wordsmithing at: Cowbird. OK, there are only four “stories” listed, but I have been too busy trying to get my crafting projects lined up. That is another blog post entirely. You have been blessed (or cursed) with my ramblings here, but at Cowbird I am now kickin’ up a notch. I will be honest, I will not be doing any poetry readings any time soon.

I do read poetry, just not out loud.

I think the reason I have gone back to writing is not for the monetary rewards; there are none, really. I have no need to make money from anything I do whether it is crafts, baking, or writing. Sometimes creating anything is the reward. Did Bede make a fortune from his Historia eccesiastica? I don’t know. His name is well-known now, that is for certain. I am sure he wanted his work to be read by the world and now it is available online. The authors of the Anglo-Saxon ChronicleI suspect, did not make money from the distribution of said collection; copyright laws and editorial controls were nonexistent.

I do not think my writing is of the calibre of those who have been able to make a living (sort of) out of writing. This has become a great form of therapy for me. Though I still go through moments of heart-wrenching pain and need for closure, I am slowly using my writing as a way to do this. Cowbird has been a great discovery. I thank Louis’ tweet to Petroc Trelawny for this introduction. I thank Petroc Trelawny for introducing me to Louis, even though he does not realise it.

Oh, by the way, Ben was actually Luke Skywalker’s son’s name. In comics and other Star Wars novels Han and Leia do not have a son named Ben. Then again, Chewie actually died by a having a planet fall on his head. Well, you can’t win them all. That really is not a spoiler, is it? No, just me trying to make things right.


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I changed my hair!


I am making a statement. I think it is time for me to let my wings spread a bit. No, I will stay my ever apologetic self, suffering with anxiety, suffering with fear of falling, suffering with fear of commitment.

I was questioned about my choice of haircut this past weekend. I sported a mini Mohawk. I ranted about this on Facebook, declaring that being 41 years old allows me to wear such a device. Now that I think about it, if I had a twelve year old child, I would allow him or her to do the same. The question brought forth a conversation I had with my stylist about the subject of acceptable hairstyles.

We both agreed that a hairstyle or any type of body modification should be serious thought over, especially taking in mind the environment you are working in. I am lucky to work in a place that allows me to experiment with haircuts, hair colour, and tattoos (not that I will get one). My stylist always asks her clients if their choice is something that will be acceptable at work. My style can be altered from conservative to avante-garde with a touch of gel and a mighty strong hairspray. My haircut was picked out by my manager – an awesome lady. My stylist has suggested a number of colouring options for my new do, some shocking, some reserved. I am looking for something in the middle.

I may be acting a bit childish about this. I do not want to get into a deep philosophical discussion of freedom of expression versus respecting codes of conduct regarding appearance. I know not to wear my pyjams to work. I have not plans on wearing a camisole as a top anytime soon. I know the limits. My issue is why I am being questioned about my choice of haircut at all. What difference is it to her (the person in question was of the female variety)? Does my hairstyle affect her ability to pay her service bill at the garage I met her at? No. Not once have I asked her why she waited until her mid-sixties to get a tattoo.

This past week I decided to take the positive approach. I am becoming more confident in my artistic side. I am becoming more organic, more open to change. Ever since I made the choice to reconsider religion, I have become more free to change myself. My values regarding fairness and justice have not changed, do not worry.

I am in the process of making coasters, placemats, knitted items, jewellry and bath products for gifts. I chose not to make my wares for sale, as beautiful things should not be created solely to make money. The love of art should not automatically produce dollar signs.

My haircut is an extension of my new way of thinking. It is the first outside expression of this new me. Richard told me last night that it has been a long time since I sparkled with excitement. He is happy I am making a change.

I am glad I am making a change.

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be interesting, be enthusiastic… and don’t talk too much. – norman vincent peale

I didn't have my glasses on....


sometimes even an elf

can have a bad day


just not feel

the same level


winter festival enthusiasm

as the others.

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Now That Is Better More Like It


I have fallen in love with New Order!

It seems like I have missed a whole lifetime. I do (slightly) remember “Blue Monday”, but overall, New Order is totally unknown to me. “Superheated” makes me cry. Very few songs do that, I am afraid. Or is that a good thing? Should I be afraid of not displaying emotion?

Artists, whether visually, musically, literary, or theatrically enact their emotions in various forms. Sometimes the expression is uncomfortable to watch or to listen to, but the person has the right to feel and to portray the feelings inside their mind. I have been doing the same with this blog page and I am sure there are moments people think I should stop.

I do not want to stop doing this. I enjoying wordsmithing. I have broken away from writing my book, which is OK. I have started to broaden my scope of classic readables in order to help evaluate the world around me. Sometimes the olden books are the best forms of understanding the present and hope for a better future.

Being friends with people from various countries, religions, or no religion has made me into a more forward-thinking person. I encourage all of you to take the time to meet and speak with someone out of your comfort zone. I do on a regular basis (usually after a couple of glasses of wine). Take stock of what is in your heart, not necessarily in your mind.

Creativity comes in all shapes and colours. If you like Rick Astley, good on ya. If you groove out to Zamfir, that too is awesome. If you are not the creative type, don’t fret. If you do not know the meaning of ‘existentialism’, join the club (thank goodness for Google; I needed a spell checker). Read a Curious George book. Buy an avocado even though you have never had one before. Take time to help out at your local shelter – something I would like to myself.

Take the opportunity to discover your own New Order.

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You Are Welcome For Dinner

Seat Guru

I am having a dinner party and I have to come up with a seating arrangement that will fit all, yet will encourage conversation. Here is the list:

1) Curtis Mayfield
2) Nelson Mandela
3) Jackie Robinson
4) Marilyn Monroe
5) George Sand
6) Ada Lovelace
7) Charlie Chaplin
8) Mary, Queen of Scots

I have decided to do this seating arrangement a bit differently. I will be using my limited drawing skills to visually envision an event that may (or may not) be exciting. There is a formal for the number of variations in the seating order, but the maths does not take emotions, experiences, and relationships into account. I hope to be able to express the connections between my guests in a creative way. Not knowing any of the people personally is going to make this an interesting get-together.


What I meant by limited drawing skills should mean I cannot draw very well. My biggest concern was placing Marilyn Monroe. I thought placing her with beside Nelson Mandela would make her more comfortable. She seems to be a shy person, but some good conversation may bring out something great. Plus, she was married to Joe DiMaggio and Jackie Robinson is going to be there, so we can talk baseball.

Nelson Mandela and I share the same birthday – 18 July. No, that is not why I included him. I have always been interested in his drive to end Apartheid with non-violence (though that was not necessarily the case most times). Remind me not to say how much he looks like Morgan Freeman.

On Ms Monroe’s left is Curtis Mayfield, an accomplished singer and songwriter. Both Mr Mandela and Mr Mayfield are very politically minded in their own way and strive to bring forward the need for equality for people of colour, though Mr Mayfield takes a more direct approach on the language front. I will ask him pick out the music for the evening.

Next to Mr Mandela is Ada Lovelace, the woman who is considered to be the inventor of the computer. And a countess. She is also the daughter of Lord Byron, that randy poet. I find her a facinating person, as mathematics and computer science is not my thing. I really hope she does have a little compassion about this fact.

Skipping to the left of Mr Mayfield is George Sand. I find her experiences a lot more interesting than her books. I am sure she has a lot to talk about. I think I will be careful not to say I am not a huge fan of Chopin, which is why I am asking Mr Mayfield to choose the music.

Charlie Chaplin. At first I was not sure about inviting him because I have not seen any of his movies in completeness. He is a comic genius, from the opinions of others, and I hope some of that shows through. His commentaries on politics through comedy are something I would like to discuss a bit further.

Between Mr Chaplin and me is Jackie Robinson. Mr Robinson was the first American Major League baseball player of colour in the modern era. His stories of the magnificent sport of baseball will make the night. I will not bring up the fact I am a Giants fan.

My last guest is a bit of a surprise. Mary, Queen of Scots. She has a language connection with Ms Sand, a title like Countess Lovelace, has had multiple husbands like Ms Monroe, and was not liked for being Catholic like no one else at this function. I am sure she is bitter, but a little wine may loosen her up a bit.

I think this set-up is fine. If this goes well I may try it again.

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A Ward

I have to thank my new found friend C. C. Yager at Anatomy of Perceval

I have been reading and conversating with Cinda for the last couple of months and through this meeting I have picked up her book Anatomy of Perceval, which I am enjoying immensely. Thank you Cinda for the nomination and for the great conversations!

I have been nominated for a blogging award: One Lovely Blog Award


In order to participate posters are asked to list seven interesting things about themselves:

  1. I am a beginner of things that will never get finished. I think my way of dealing with stress, whether it being artistic or edible, almost never seem to become complete. Well, the food items do get eaten, if possible. My stress does not seem to go away as the plan does not go according to … plan.
  2. I have a keen interest in history of the Medieval persuasion. at one time I wanted to be an Eqyptologist, but that all changed when I discovered Chaucer at age ten. Though I never studied the subject in university, it seems to have followed me to where I am today.
  3. I have a B.A. in Music. I never went as far as to go into performance or education, as I am not one to perform constantly in public and I am not very fond of children. Oh, I should not say “not fond of children”, I guess I men that I could never teach a child like myself.
  4. I am a collector of new musical ideas and old-timer stuff as well. I cannot get into reggae or hard-core rap, but at the same time I do not like Richard Wagner or John Adams. I would have to say the music of Joseph Haydn and the Manic Street Preachers saved my life; not literally of course, but I did find solace in the joys they offer.
  5. Books are another life-saving devise. I have started reading some of the masters of Christian thought: C.S. Lewis, G.K. Chesterton, Dorothy L. Sayers, Bede, and William Langland. I am a strong supporter of self-publishing and also independent family-owned publishing companies. I just like books – full stop.
  6. I do not watch many TV shows, as we do not have a television package. I do watch the news and the periodic show on the Internet, but overall, I am very content to read the newspaper or a blurb on a news website.
  7. Finally, I am happily married to my husband of eight years, Richard. We live in Waldheim, Saskatchewan Canada, about forty minutes north of Saskatoon. I am glad to live in a fairly quiet place with very little traffic. There are times I miss that traffic, as it indicates activity. We have lived here for six years and at times I still feel like we just moved in.

Those who have been nominated are also to list fifteen blogs that we would nominate for the same award. I have a list of sites that I frequent, but I have discovered a good number of bloggers do not want nominations, as some believe the postings are similar to spam. I do not think so, as it is a cool way to show appreciation, but out of respect for my friends and fellow bloggers, I will not send notifications. Please feel free to check out my list of favourites, as I hope you enjoy some of the offerings as I do:

1) Daily (w)rite
2) GroovyHistorian
3) juliustyson
4) vanyieck’s last stand
5) Forward to the Past
6) Weave a Web
7) The Daily Post
8) An Historian About Town
9) Katzenworld
10) streetsofsalem
11) Joeyfully Stated
12) Pete’s Favourite Things
13) A Northeast Ohio Garden
14) The Hazel Tree
15) Useless Book Club

Thanks for all your support. All bloggers, like me, work very hard on our projects. Leaving a kind comment or a virtual high-five would be great. I know not everyone likes to leave a comment, and that is just fine. We are just grateful to spend some time with you.

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