May 2019

A glorious pink sunrise... with snowflakes in the afternoon!

Yes, we know it's officially Spring, but In Canada. Gardeners are always told never to plant until the May 24th weekend just to avoid the risk of freezing. I guess we shouldn't be surprised, then, to see scudding snowflakes, especially in the higher altitudes where I live. But still! it was 6°C! ... sighs.

How green is my valley? Not at all. Of course, this sunrise was reflected in the skyline buildings (because my balcony faces west), but the sun had not risen high enough to show you. My valley is in shadow like this every morning, and as the sun gets higher and higher, he reveals more and more of my valley. Maybe my valley will develop some lush greens this month. Greens would go nicely with pinks, but by the time the sun uncovers my valley, the pinks will have always given up their drama to blues. Of course, blues bring their own drama ... smiles.

This is still, pretty tho, eh? If you'd asked me I'd say I'm not fond the colour pink. Guess it's that traditional blue-is-for-boys and pink-is-for-girls thing. But Nature does pink soooooo well. And I often seem to find myself in her pink thrall: 

December 2018
June 2018
October 2017
July 2012
June 2012
May 2012
December 2011

Other people seem to have a more embracing relationship with pink. There are even oodles of images with quotes about pink.

Who knew? 

And now there's this from Pantone: In Pursuit of the Perfect Pink!

PS: I've put my May Day Basket file here. Grab it fast and have some May Day fun!
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

April 2019

TO's March was a regular slumgullion
of lions & lambs...

So many lions! So many lambs! The pic for this month is from one of the more lion-y days. My balcony was in a cloud and even my balcony buddha couldn't see a thing. I had to shoot this through the window because the wind was so strong I couldn't even open the balcony door. Other, more lamb-y days meant nice walks on ice-free sidewalks and wearing only a jacket and no boots, hat, or gloves!

Looking at this picture and thinking about the goulash/ragout of this March's weather stew had me searching for a word that started with a nice lion/lamb-y alliterative L. But no! Instead, I found one of my dad's favourite words: slumgullion. I always thought he had made it up. When I was a girl, he always brought me to giggles saying it. I knew it was a mixture of a bunch of stuff thrown together without rhyme or reason. I knew that because that's what he told me, but I still thought he had made up the definition along with the silly word.Guess my funny daddy wasn't quite so original as I had thought. Seems "slumgullion" has a history mostly referring to stew-type foods enjoyed by the poor. Here I'm enjoying using it more like Good Old Fred Forester might have done.

And that made me think of Good Old Fred's favourite word for an undefinable colour: "muckle-dee dun." So I looked that up, too! Seems it's a real colour used in various forms to describe tan horses. My daddy was a farm boy, so my guess he knew that. And he was just having fun with the word... and my giggly reaction to it. 

I managed to make it through all the lions and all the lambs and now I'm lollygagging—and giggling.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Happy Pi Day 2019

You know you want to celebrate...

Bet you didn't know this though: Pi is represented by the lower case Greek letter, π, because it is the first letter of the Greek word περίμετρος, meaning perimeter. You pronounce it "per-REEM-eh-tos." Go here to hear it pronounced.

Some math nerds at MIT have a way to start big. HERE

Here are some other PI celebration ideas for the rest of us.

1. Curate your own Pi Playlist. Here's mine. Contents (OK you already know how old I am):

• Don McLean's American Pie
• The Four Tops' Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch (real name is I Can't Help Myself)
• The Beatles' Wild Honey Pie
• JT's Sweet Potato Pie
  also by Ray Charles Sweet Potato Pie
• Motley Crue's Slice of Your Pie
• Paul McCartney's Flaming Pie
• Bob Dylan's Country Pie
• Led Zeppelin's Custard Pie

2. Crack some PI jokes:

• 3.14% of the sailors around the world are “Pi”rates.
• Divide the circumference of the sun by its diameter and you will get a Pi in the sky.
• I tell you, do not talk to Pi. He never stops.

 3. Watch some PI movies:

• Pi (1998) directed by Darren Aronofsky
• 3.14... (2014) directed by G. Gotham Smith
  and, of course,
• Life of Pi (2012) directed by Ang Lee

4. Eat some circular PI foods:

• Pies, sweet and savoury
• Cookies
• Pizzas
• Sliced Pineapples (they've gotta be sliced to be circles!)

5. Click HERE below for a higher resolution of this Pi Day graphic to decorate your desktop for the day! 

How ever you decide to slice it, have a great day honouring how math is always looking for ways to explain nature.

The circle is just the beginning.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Mar 2019

Smelling the roses is just the beginning...

I first read of David Reynold's Constructive Living concepts in a magazine article around 1984. His exercises reminded me of some work I had done in university (20 years before) in Paul Baker's theatre class called "Integration of Abilities." Part of the work in the class involved developing an ever-widening vocabulary to describe our every-day experiences. The result is not only more subtlety of expression but NOTICING MORE! I saw this over time with myself and my classmates, then later with Susan, a high school student where I was the substitute teacher for one of her classes. Susan had a remarkable capacity for observation plus a vast vocabulary to describe her nuanced world. Turns out that as a young child she had been a part of Paul Baker's Children's Theater and had done many of the same exercises I had done. We happily shared our excitement about our every-day observations... and I consider myself still in Baker's class.

That's why I was inspired by the Constructive Living exercises to learn more. And... that's when the first iterations of my own Slow & Behold! exercises began. At first, they were simply typed on little slips of paper and folded and put into a round goldfish bowl for a daily random choice. Over the years I refined the set to include noticing things we see, things we hear, things we feel, things we feel, and things we taste. Yes, all 5 senses.

Research shows that most of us consciously experience only 1 or 2 of our senses. The others become also-rans or simply fall by the wayside. We experience them... we just don't notice them. AND we don't develop a vocabulary to enhance our experiences of them. Leonardo, himself, had noticed this and he also gave himself exercises to inhabit all 5 of his senses. Guess I'm in good company, eh?

Anyhow about 2006, I developed Slow & Behold! into a deck of 60 cards and had them printed. Kate recently reminded me that I still have some of that inventory left, all nicely shrinkwrapped. She's been bugging me to open an Etsy shop and offer them to the public. I have now done that—plus I've made a Slow & Behold! journal to go with the cards. Explore my Etsy shop here. There are a number of other things I've made over the years and I thought it would be fun to share them all in one place.

In the meantime, I invite you to try a Slow & Behold! sample across the bottom of this month's calendar. Try it for a week and see what you think. I'm also offering you a free sample of the PDF journal here. It includes directions.

I'm quite happy with my Etsy shop header. I used a newly developed font for the shop name. It's called Sans Forgetta and it was designed to help you remember what you read. The idea is for students to use it for studying digital notes that they take in class for studying later. Here's the Sans Forgeta story. I love the name! You can download it here for free for both Mac and PC.

...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Feb 2019

Canada Post is making me smile...

As is its wont, Canada Post has issued its annual stamp marking Chinese New Year. Their offering this year is adding lots of joyous smiles to my face—and my heart. Guess that's because St. Valentine's Day is conjoined, eh?

Beginning Feb 4th we're entering the Year of the Earth Pig. According to Chinese astrology, that means this is a great year to make money and a good year to invest! This year is going to be full of joy, a year of friendship and love for all the zodiac signs—an auspicious year because the Pig attracts success into all the spheres of life.

I found this little piggy pop-up card on a wikihow page.



Seems particularly appropriate for this month’s celebration, don't you think? They’ve included a file download for this white piggy, but I’ve adapted it to match my calendar’s red and patterned piggy.
Go grab my happy file (along with the instructions) from my DropBox here.

Be sure to send me a pic when you've made your own piggy pop-up card.

En-JOY, y'all!
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Jan 2019

A fresh new start... with fresh new perspectives!

Sometimes I sit and I think:
What if I were to sit over there
And think a different think?
After all,
Isn't that what we're all doing
All the time?
But,
What if...
I just think about the think?
And notice the focus?
The frame?
And see how I can change
All that
With just a slight shift
Of me.
Of my place.
Of my view.

The New Year
Gives us all a chance
To re-new,
To re-think
And to re-sit...
And even
To think a new think
Every day.

This new year,
I invite you
To enjoy your fresh views,
To relish your old thinks
Along with your new thinks
And to discover
How to weave all
Your thinks together.
... 
Last month, Chatanooga had dots. This month, Toronto's got squares. The image for this month's calendar is from a lovely New Year's Eve visit to Bjarke Ingels'  Unzipped, the Serpentine Pavilion in Toronto (just east of Portland St. at 533 King St. West.) Be sure to click on the link above and watch the film! You can walk through Unzipped as well as around it and each glance offers all new perspectives. Here's another perspective... yes, that's me lost in the shadows and looking out!


 
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Dec 2018

Chatanooga’s Got Dots!

The day before this new month began Kate and David explored Chatanooga, where they found these (apparently famous) dots in a laneway across from the Chatanooga Choo Choo Hotel... which, of course,  makes me want to hum and to tap dance to Glenn Miller's Chatanooga Choo Choo.

The very next day, this same David ran 50 miles in 11 hours and 7 minutes in this trail race near Chatanooga! He was still standing afterwards, but I suspect he might choose not to for a while.

I've been looking for clues about these dots. The parking tags you see are for a company named Very, whose web address is verypossible.com,  where they say they're "remarkable people solving complex problems." Nothing there about dots—even complex ones. Google tells me there are lots of sites listing these dots as a perfect background for Instagram pix. Indeed, Google shows lots of those dotty pix, both amateur and professional. But so far I've not been able to find whose dots these are and why they are where they are.

Kate and David's dotty day was covered in a post-rain grey. I thought these dots deserved a sky that reflected their more psychedelic splendour. Thank you to my former neighbour Agnes, for this glorious Alberta sky. Seems perfect for a city obsessed with murals, eh?

Maybe I'm just getting too dotty... or we need to change the pronunciation of dotage to have a short O?
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Nov 2018

Black Cats Lurking Here...

I've hidden five black cats for you to discover in recognition of this night's spooky activities.

Then you can spend November in contemplation of Nature's on-going festivities. Our colours are arriving late this year, but they're still resplendent and changing hourly.
---
On the eleventh hour
On the eleventh day,
I entreat you to revisit
My memories of Arthur VanTowsey.  
+
Have a great Mo/November
And
Be sure to remember
While you're remembering
On the eleventh:
Vonnegut
Et al.
His birthday
And pleas
For humanity.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Oct 2018

No... not the Caribbean!

Though you might be forgiven for thinking it is. No, this is another image from Kate's visit to Scotland. The coastal pic below is Barbados. St. Lucy, to be more precise. Tis on the northeast coast and as one travels south from St. Lucy one encounters an area known as Little Scotland. Ha! Now we can see why. However, along that coastline on the way to Bathsheba, you'll also encounter palms and other tropical lushness.

This part of the Isle of Lewis is known for its own unrelenting winds... and it's own whitecapped depths. Kate just happened to be walking on a beautiful day enhanced by quiet seas... and luminous turquoise depths. Kate found last month's sheep further north on the same walk to the Butt of Lewis. As I mentioned last month, these isle of Lewis landscapes play a starring role in Peter May's mystery series, the Lewis Trilogy. Both Kate and I encourage you to go find them at your fave bookstore or library. Enjoy.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Sept 018

Would you choose this place to invent golf?

Seems the Romans were the first to knock rocks and balls around with sticks, but the Scots were the first to take advantage of the many animal burrows in their rugged landscapes and give focus to the game as it's known today. Kate just returned from the Isle of Skye and the Isle of Lewis. She first met with other mathematicians. These guys seem to have conference locale down to an art. Last year was Galapagos, remember?

Anyhow, this trip she danced at a ceilidh (pronounced CAY-lee) and drank Scotch whisky and ate haggis and Scottish tablet and tramped through bogs replete with aforementioned critter-made holes, plus lotsa mud and the ever-posing sheep (along with their droppings, of course), going to the edges of that world in search of puffins!

And she found puffins. And guga. And handwoven Harris Tweed. Seems the Isle of Harris is really the southern part of the Isle of Lewis. With all those sheep, inventing your own weaving patterns seems a natural, eh? The sheep, the guga, the tweed and the history all play starring roles in Peter May's mystery series the Lewis Trilogy, placed on the Isle of Lewis and ringing with the craggy, blustery landscape and the Gaelic voices that have defined it through time.

...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Aug 2018

Sunrise. Moonset. Softly flow the days...

On the heels of its total eclipse, the Blood Moon continues to entrance and mystify. Sunday's brilliant reflection of the sunrise shows that very same moon setting as it too reflects the dawn's early light.

See the shadow cast on the trees in the foreground. That's my very own apartment building which perches on a hilltop overlooking this daily spectacle.

We're in the midst of what astrologers call the eclipse season. Eclipses are associated with far-reaching changes, depending on where they fall in each person's unique chart. Nothing fast and finite, but sometimes dramatic in overall effect. This particular eclipse pattern is similar to those in 1998-2000. It's a good time to reflect on what was going on in your personal life-story during those years. Then expect these eclipses to affect the same parts of your life.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

July 2018

Beyond the Boardwalk...

Only Mother Nature has a clue about what's going on under our Toronto Beaches boardwalk. It's all very low-rise here. We can still sing our memories on this Canada Day as we stroll in a welcome breeze. School's finally out in Canada, so the beach will be filled with people everywhere. Not in this pic, of course. There's evidence here of playful children on the beach and a distant rock-standing couple surveys a sail on the even more distant horizon. I know that couple. I walked to my bench-side bench with them. You can't see me, but I was resting and humming the Drifters' well-known song.

I was also wondering about this particular boardwalk... and through the magic of my trusty iPhone and expanded data plan I found this article in a past issue of Metro News.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

June 2018

June really is busting out all over...

You can see it in the trees

You can smell it in the breeze

I keep humming this song every day now. The park across the street is busier than ever with little kids in the new playground and big kids playing ball hockey now that the ice on the new rink has totally disappeared. Construction on Phase II at the private school has begun. And the front of my local Loblaws is festooned with hanging pots of flowers and herbs as well as lots of deep green leafy plants for porches, front and back.

Look around! Look around! Look around! 

Of course, I'm of an age to love musicals and to remember when the movie Carousel came out in 1956. And I relish re-watching Agnes DeMille's joyous and energetic choreography. Here, see for yourself!

See what I mean?

June, June, June

Just because it's June, June, June!
...
Thank you, Kelley, for this glorious image...
Just one of the many I linger over on your FB feed...
And maybe I'll paint one some day. 

...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Privacy!

Europe's started it... and now I'm on board, too!

I've never had a public privacy policy before, but I've always guarded the names and email addresses of those who subscribe to my monthly calendar emails. I eventually trusted MailChimp enough to trust them with that personal data. Now even I have a privacy policy. It's boring, of course, but you can find a link to it here.
 
I don't collect any data at all from this blog. Google has their own privacy policy for Blogger, so that covers the people who come here to browse my calendar archieves and even those people who just stumble upon my blog.

I decided to make a graphic because we all deserve something a little less boring... and I'm still entranced with this fancy-pants font. I even included today's date as the red-letter day. There's also the usual higher resolution version if you should want a different desktop for these last few days before June busts out all over.

See ya next week.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

May the 4th

Rattle your light sabres today...

Many people all over the world count themselves on their national census forms as followers of the Jedi religion. Yes, there are some 20,000 Jedi knights in Canada. Look around you. You never know which 20,000.

Today tickets for the latest Lucas installment Solo: A Star Wars Story go on sale, in preparation for its May 25th opening. Go here to see Ron Howard talk to Stephen Colbert about it and see a surprise trailer starting about point 6:30—in honour of today's date.

Grab some tacos y cerveza mañana... but stay well away from Montezuma and his infamous cosmic revenge.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

May 2018

And the sun returns...

We all know April.
She's Winter's minion.
Winter's handmaid.
Winter's gal Friday.
Winter's tail.
Or
Winter's tale?
This April
Ice continued to plague
Along with snow
And freezing rain.

We always want
April to tell Spring's tale.
But why should she?
She may hint
But she's been practising
Forever
And she know's her part.
No lions or lambs for her.
She's into that method acting thing.
Her hints are all a part of her part
Designed to tease us
With yearning
And fill us with denial
Of her ultimate Truth:
Spring will always follow Winter.

The Sun returns
With warmth and shadows.
The whole outdoors
Is about to rejoice...
Reinventing itself
For itself
And
For us.

It's about time
For a walk in the park...
And iced tea on the balcony.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Apr 2018

Love Amid the Ligatures...

April 1878:
Elizabeth Lovell Peak,
Twenty-six, self-assured,
Typesetter,
Born in Cambridge,
The old one, in England,
Arrives in New York City
With sister, Rebecca,
Another typesetter. Both
Full of girlish hope
For careers and families
In new world.

June 1878:
Rebecca decides to
Move on to Winnipeg,
Later home to Winnie the Pooh,
Is there some connection?
Maybe someone will
Connect dots.
Not I.

July 1882:
Still in New York City
     Mr. McNutt publishes a
     Weekly newspaper in
     Calvert, Texas.
Publisher friend introduces
Typesetter Elizabeth to
Potential employer.
     Oh, The Calvert Courier?
She asks—not because
She knows the paper,
But because alliterative mastheads
Are de rigueur in England.
     Why…. Yes, Miss Peak.
Answers Alexander Dewitt McNutt.
Smile in eyes as well as on lips.

That’s the beginning.
Mr. McNutt doesn’t hire
The young typesetter.
He courts her via letters
And telegrams.
They marry.
Elizabeth joins him in east Texas
Where they live
In white corner house in Calvert.
The Calvert Courier becomes
Renown regional rag,
Circulates beyond
Robertson County,
Even to Dallas:
Repository of Texas gentry,
Wealth and society.

Four daughters
Arrive in bi-annual installments:
Alice, my grandmother, the bright one.
Alexandria, the wild one.
Mary, the difficult one.
Florence, the beautiful one.
Little Dee, sole son,
Dies of consumption at four.

November 1895:
On Galveston shopping trip
With three-year-old Mary,
Elizabeth reads of ship
Sailing for England… today.
Sudden bitter homesickness
Overwhelms.
Counting money in purse
She finds enough for
One-way tickets.
     Have gone home with Mary.
     Will wire for money when
     Ready to return.
Terse telegram to Mr. McNutt.
Six months later they return
To blooming east Texas roses.
No explanation required.
Mr. McNutt is accustomed
To wife’s self-directed nature.
He welcomes her back home
With those smiling eyes.

The Calvert Courier flourishes.
The McNutt family prospers,
Lives happily.
Photos show little girls
In splendid dresses and
Feathered hats.
Elizabeth sets type on occasion and
Helps out in Courier office on occasion.

September 1898:
When Mr. McNutt dies
At fifty-six.
She carries on as publisher.

Sorting through his papers
Elizabeth finds old invoice
Squirrelled away in roll-top desk:
Cost for new masthead
Changing
     The Calvert Messenger
To
     The Calvert Courier.
It’s dated September 1878.

Elizabeth Lovell Peak McNutt sits,
Stunned to learn
Twenty years on,
Effect of her first remark
To Alexander Dewitt McNutt,
And significance of
His first smile
In eyes as well as on lips.
...
Pic is from my entrance hall. Of course, that's Alexander on the left and Elizabeth on the right.

The marble torso is one of mine, carved from a hunk of pink marble Phoebe found on her grandmother's property outside of Dilly, Texas. Pink marble is not native to Texas so its presence there remains a mystery. Actually, it was originally a much larger hunk but the cowboy her grandma sent to fetch it, used a sledgehammer, breaking it into five smaller pieces to make it easier to carry. This hunk was a happy birthday present from Phoebe. I call this piece the Cilician woman, because I had been studying Anabasis in Greek and this woman, queen, general aided Cyrus in his Persian expedition. The small silver dish with honeycomb edge peeking out (and a bee you can't see here!) is done by Lyn Belisle, a university classmate Phoebe and I met the first time at our reunion in 2015. The little green bird has no story. I like his colour and he fits on this perch watching over all my comings and goings.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Mar 2018

Delicate promises...

I was going to show you the skaters enjoying our newly-completed hockey rink and recreational skating area in Riverdale Park. From the comfort of my balcony, I've watched them day-after-day as they affirm what a good idea these rinks are. I've not skated for yonks, of course, but I do remember learning how to skate in San Antonio, Texas. I also remember taking Peter to skate in Sydney, Australia... at a very melty outdoor rink! In Toronto, I remember skating at City Hall and quaffing a very welcome hot chocolate afterwards. Memories of joyful slipping and sliding—and yes, even falling—gently nudge me.

At the last minute, though, I've opted to focus on an optimism for the near future. Thank you, Agnes, for this filigreed image. The memories this one stirs are of the sun warming my soul as well as my skin. All of nature remembers, too. And whether we're greeted with lion or lamb this March morn, we're ready. It may be hot chocolate today, but soon it'll be cold lemonade again.

Remember?
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Feb 2018

Making the invisible visible...

Over the hols,
My balcony Buddha
Became enlightened
For all to see.

It might be blinding,
But NOW, like Neo,
He's finding
It's also binding...
He can't go back
To the not-knowing
Or the not-caring.

NOW, all he thought
He knew
Is new NOW...
And he's new NOW
With new purpose
And even new gravity...
NOW.

I say NOW,
But we all know
The original Buddha's
NOW was a very long time ago.
And still, it's NOW...

Because once we're
Blinded by the Light,
We're always all revved up
Like a deuce,
Another runner in the night...

Seeking.
Being.
Here.
NOW.
For all to see.
And mostly...

To see ourselves.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Jan 2018

Eh-Deen!

That's the way Aussies say it.
The first part sounds like
That common Canadian punctuation word, Eh?
When I first moved to Oz
I thought it sounded funny, Eh?
But then my Texan ears adjusted
And after all these years
My now-Canadian eyes
Still pronounce it in Strine, Eh?
I am, after all, tri-lingual...
All in English.

Cogitating about this turn of words
And their sounds and comforts
Made me remember a prezzie from my mum
Circa 1968.
Twas a used book called
Ounce, Dice, Trice
Writ by Alistair Reid
And illustrated by my fave
Jewish artist, Ben Shahn...
Both who applied liberal slatherings
Of humour and whimsy...
Two of my favourite forms of nonsense.

You see, Mr. Reid, offers us alternative universes
Of real English words used in new and enchanting ways.
To count, from one to ten, he suggests:

1. Ounce
2. Dice
3. Trice
4. Quartz
5. Quince
6. Sago
7. Serpent
8. Oxygen
9. Nitrogen
10. Denim

I might add
Elephant and Twee
For an even dozen
And invite all of you to sing
The Twee Days of Christmas.
with me.

And I wonder:
What words would you choose
As counting words?
And more...
What words would you play with
In this New Year's
Eh-Deen different ways, Eh?

So I'm challenging youse all
To my
18 Days of Verbose Nonsense.

Click on the above image to get to my DropBox Nonsense folder.
if problems clicking, just copy and paste this link into your browser:http://bit.ly/2CkSNTQ
You don't have to have a DropBox account, but if you do, note: I'm not sharing the folder,
only giving you access, so it won't count against your memory. Inside you will find two more folders

1. My-Challenges
2. Your-Responses

Each day for 18 days, starting January 1st:

1. Pick up (download) each day's challenge sheet from the first folder listed above It's a PDF identified by the day's number.
2. Send me an email with your responses, each day at the address. which is listed on the challenge sheet.
3. Please put the day's number in your subject line.
4. I will assemble your responses ASAP and put them into another PDF... identifying each of you only by initials.  Then I’ll put these in the “Your-Responses” folder. You're welcome to download and peruse those at your leisure..
5. I'm asking you please to respond within a day or two of each challenge. so we can all feel the momentum.
6. At the end of the 18 days I'll make and share a PDF including all our Nonsense.
7. You don't have to participate every day, but I'm hoping many of you will want to.
8. Each day's challenge will be different and they'll each give you all plenty of scope for your silly creativity and imagination to run rampant.
9. A little lewd is OK, but not crude, please. I will, of course, reserve the right to decide what's lewd and/or crude.

Let's all have a silly 2018!

...
If this isn't nice, what is?
              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course