Hello everyone, everywhere,
It’s been a very dark week, but in the last couple of days although the wind is cold, the sun is finally out. It’s definitely not great weather. But it was the long weekend.
Michelle was working in Edmonton with her family. They were fixing their rental house. I was at home just resting and thinking of new ideas to write.
And that’s all I’ve got this week. That’s it.
And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment….and rest. Until we meet again at Fanny and Fred Zimbal’s World Famous House of Stained Glass and Archery for Beginners. Situated right in my Uncle Art’s garage. We’re on the corner of Isthatmytreeyoureplaninting Avenue and Ohididntseethebackofyourhouse Boulevard.
THE JOURNEY OF BILLY JENSON
Billy Jenson moved into his new apartment building yesterday. It seemed that life along the way had changed. Oh the trees were blooming, like they should. And the days were warming every so slowly for Billy Jenson. Life had turned another left when it should have taken a right. Understanding with a touch of sadness. It was beyond comprehension that Billy Jenson’s best friend had been gone almost a year. It felt like forever. Billy talked to him every day. And the wind blew.
Billy heard from old friends once in awhile. Same with family. The days went by and Billy missed all of them. (It certainly felt like that, didn’t it?) Billy was searching for himself. He got lost a long time ago. And the wind blew cold on the memories he had. And so it continued.
(Never ever give up).