Sunday, January 29, 2012


    Back in the old days of ships and sailors, traders and whalers if a captain was lacking men for his crew, he would “shanghai” an able bodied man or two.  A likely target would be found, knocked out, trussed up and put aboard ship. When the unfortunate fellow awoke seasick with a pounding headache, he was so far out to sea there was no choice but to do or die.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A beginning...

2012 January 18 - Boulder Lee Farm
Jeff wants me to write a book so he can retire.  I have no book to write as of yet so I am going to practice by blogging.  What will this blog be about? Life: random and real and of course red shoes. I have been writing, mostly poetry, since childhood.
It was my grief process (someday post). My journal is off again, on again. I write notes on Facebook. 
Until next time - I love you bunches and red shoes.  pja