Ramblings from the Desert

The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. ~Benjamin Franklin

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Author of the urban fantasy novel, The Music of Chaos, and the paranormal romance, The Canvas Thief.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Delving Into The Sordid Past

There must be a target on my big butt, because I got tagged twice last week.

Taking care of Melly at All Kinds of Writing's tag:

1. Delve into your blog archive. [Pull out shovel and dig.]

2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
[One, two, three, four....eleven...eleven...crap. One. Two. Three...]

3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
O-tay.

4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas.

The snow builds up thicker at the base of stems, tapering toward the ends making the branches look like Yeti claws.

"...meaning, subtext, hidden agendas?" This feels like a high school English class. Where're my Cliff Notes?

In lieu of anything pithy, here's the sentence in context:

It snowed yesterday, all afternoon. After a pause in the evening, it started going strong again, at nine, around the time I give the Nikster his late supper.

This morning everything is powdery-white. The thread-leaf sagebrush, usually a pale gray, is brilliant white and massive with a blanket of snow. The snow builds up thicker at the base of stems, tapering toward the ends making the branches look like Yeti claws.

A monument to unfinished projects, the adobe wall is covered in stucco wire, which give the snow an extra toehold. The tops of everything, the wall, flowerbed borders, and paddock fencing, are frosted with snow. The J-man's little metal insects--butterflies and dragonflies--each hold a small mountain of white stuff on their wings. My metal sea dragon, another of the J-man's objets d'art, swims though a white sea, looking like it just surfaced, a crust of snowy "foam" on its snout.
Uh, basically, we had had a rare snowstorm in the desert. I omitted the rant about idiot-SUV drivers who think"four-wheel drive" means "immune to the laws of physics."

5. Tag five people to do the same.
Nuh-uh. Because then ya'll wouldn't do the meme, and my feelings would be hurt 'n stuff. If it seems fun, have at it kids.

P.K.

 

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