Refuge

Though good friends are what got me through this dreadful year just past, I also found a great deal of solace in two areas of refuge that I created from what had been my garage and my garden shed.

If you like, you can follow the trail here. (it's my other semi-secret blog).

shhhh,

Mannie

Oh Skylark.

Oh skylark
Have you seen a valley green with spring?
Where my heart can go a journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom covered lane

And in your lonely flight
Haven't you heard the music in the night?
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon

Oh skylark
I don't know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won't you lead me there
Oh skylark
Won't you lead me there?


Johnny Mercer

Please Stand-by

This blog, such as it is, evolved, or devolved, from a happy-go-lucky journal of cartooning to a distress flare sent up to alert friends near and far that I needed them to be thinking of me.

I have a lot of friends, and they were very helpful.  So its time for this blog to change course, simmer, or pull the plug.

After some reflection I took down the dozen or so posts from this past year, figuring that the best way to get happy may to simply be to not dwell in the sadness.  I'm going to try "acting happy" until the real article kicks in.

Many thanks to supportive friends whom I look forward to seeing on my deck, overlooking the beautiful Cumberland Valley, in the brighter, warmer, more festive days of spring and summer enjoying home made pizza.

Think positive,

Mannie

Living with Isabella...

means a pleasant surprise every time I round this corner.

I have to wonder why things didn't work out between her and Scorsese.