Single on Valentine's Day?

 

Now her eyeroll was absolutely sincere. “Cal, no woman wants to tag along 

with a couple to a dance on Valentine’s Day. It paints a big L for loser 

in the middle of her forehead, and they’re so damn hard to wash off.”

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30 fun, positive things to do if you're single on Valentine's Day

—either alone or with your Galentines—

all of which are better than an overpriced dinner.

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The secret to staying safe while hiking is preparation

“You set?”

Noah took another bite of his tractor wheel. “Yeah.”

“Let’s see.” She stood back, skimmed her measuring glance up, then down, then up

again. “How long have those boots been out of the box, ace?”

Less than an hour, Noah thought, as he’d bought them in San Francisco. “So I

haven’t been hiking in a few years. Unless we’re planning on climbing the

Matterhorn, I’m up for it. I’m in shape.”

“Health-club shape.” She pressed a finger against his flat belly. “Fancy health club,

too. This won’t be like your Stair-Master. Where’s your water bottle?”

Already irritated with her, he held out a hand, cupped it and let rain pool in his palm.

Olivia only shook her head. “Hold on a minute.” She turned on her heel and headed

back into the lodge.

“Is it just me,” Noah asked Shirley, “or does she browbeat everyone?” When the

dog merely sat, shot the doughnut a hopeful look, Noah broke what was left in half,

tossed it. Shirley caught it on the fly, gulped it whole, then belched cheerfully.

Noah was still grinning when Olivia jogged back out with a plastic water bottle and

belt loop. “You always take your own water,” Olivia began and to Noah’s surprise

began to nimbly hook the bottle to his belt.

River's End

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Cal was waiting for her when she drove up.

He stepped out, started down the steps, the dog

wandering behind him, as she got out of the car. 

He took a scan, starting with her feet.

Good, sturdy hiking boots that showed some scars and wear, f

aded jeans, tough jacket in I’m-Not-a-Deer red, and a multistriped scarf 

that matched the cloche-style cap on her

head. Silly hat, he mused, that was unaccountably appealing on her.

In any case, he decided she knew what to wear on a hike through the winter woods.

“Do I pass muster, Sergeant?”

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♡ Happy Valentine's Day... On Your Own ♡

“She can come, too—to the dance.”

Now her eyeroll was absolutely sincere. “Cal, no woman wants to tag along with a

couple to a dance on Valentine’s Day. It paints a big L for loser in the middle of her

forehead, and they’re so damn hard to wash off.”

Blood Brothers

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Being alone on Valentine's Day may leave you feeling like the only person without a partner. It's easy to let the media, advertising, and shopping malls make you feel like something is missing if you are not in a relationship on this particular day.

There are many reasons why you may find yourself alone on Valentine's day, both of your own choice and due to circumstances outside your control.

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❄️ Stay Warm 🌨️ Stay Safe 🧤

"Getting cold."

"Maybe it'll snow. Maybe it'll snow six feet and there won't be any school."

"We can always dream." He picked up the ball and winged it in a way Simon desperately admired.

"If it snows six feet, can you stay home from work?"

"If it snows six feet, I'll make a point of staying home from work."

"And we can have hot chocolate and play ten million video games."

"That's a deal."

Key of Valor

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“How much are they calling for?”

“About three feet.” Cal dropped down beside him, mirrored his pose. “Used to be we liked nothing better. No school, haul out the sleds. Snowball wars.”

“Those were the days, my friend.”

“Now we’re priming the generator, loading in firewood, buying extra batteries and toilet paper.”

“Sucks to be grown up.”

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Beautiful Snowy Scenes

It sat like it belonged there, content and well-settled in the woods.

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“It’s a beautiful spot, Cal.” Layla took the first out of his hands. 
“Currier and Ives for

the twenty-first century.”

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Bob Dylan Is a Literary Genius

"Can I ask him what he thinks of Dylan?"

She gave his head a shake. "No."

"Bob Dylan or Dylan Thomas?" Cal asked, earning a narrowed look from William and one of

surprise

from Libby before she remembered his affection for poetry.

"Either," Will decided.

"Dylan Thomas was brilliant but depressing. I'd rather read Bob Dylan."

"Read?"

Time Was

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What set Bob Dylan apart from everybody was something more outlandish: It was how he wielded language. “Like a Rolling Stone” was surreal – in the sense of infusing the known with the unknown, certainly in ways never heard before in a popular song. Phantasmagoric images flew by as retribution and entered our parlance. Some heard it as arbitrary wording, nonsense. Others called it neologism, a new direction.

Now, 50-some years later, Dylan is receiving the 2016 Nobel Prize in Literature

ROLLING STONE













👉Life imitating Art 👈

Nora Roberts published Novel TIME WAS in 1989.
Bob Dylan is awarded with Nobel Prize in Literature in 2016

Once-Important Things People Don’t Know How to Do Anymore

"Lib, I'll concede that J.T.'s a little unusual."

"The way he seems fascinated or puzzled by ordinary objects?"

She remembered the kitchen faucet. "Well, yes."

Times Change

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See the push buttons on the left? That how you shifted the auto trans.

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When was the last time you adjusted the antennas on your TV, changed the ink ribbon in a typewriter, or looked up your library book in the card catalog? Here, we take a slow stroll down the memory lane of obsolete life skills.

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Cal took a moment to be charmed by the old-fashioned instruments and controls. The birds were singing as he tested the steering wheel and pumped the gas pedal curiously.
There was a lever between the seats marked with numbers running from one to four in an H
pattern.
Gears clanked when he shoved the lever forward. Confident he had the skill to operate such a simple vehicle, he turned knobs. When he got no response he jiggled the gearshift while depressing the floor pedals. Through trial and error, he found the clutch and shifted smoothly into first gear.
A beginning, he decided, and wondered where the hell the designer had put the ignition.
"You're going to have a hard time starting it without this." Libby stood on the porch, one hand in a fist on her hip, the other aloft, with the ignition key dangling from her fingers. She was mad, all right, Cal thought.
But he didn't feel like smiling. "I was just… thinking about taking a ride."
"Were you?" She tugged her hastily donned sweater farther over her hips before she walked
down the steps. "It's your bad luck I didn't leave the keys in the car."
So it took a key. He should have known.


Time Was

Friendships That Have Stood the Test of Time

For old friends

Where there is no vision, the people perish.

--PROVERBS 29:18

(as in The Pagan Stone)

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It’s often believed that long-lasting relationships and friendships are almost impossible in Hollywood. Actors and singers have one thing in common: they’re all creative personalities, and there is always an endless struggle for popularity.
However, at Bright Side have found 11 celebrity friendships that have stood the test of time and are characterized by true devotion and sincerity.

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“We should do this every year on our birthday,” Cal decided. “Even when we’re old.

Like thirty or something. The three of us should come here.”

“Drink beer and look at pictures of naked girls,” Fox added. “I call for—”

“Don’t.” Gage spoke sharply. “I can’t swear. I don’t know where I’m going to go, but

it’ll be somewhere else. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back.”

“Then we’ll go where you are, when we can. We’re always going to be best friends.”

Nothing would change that, Cal thought, and took his own, personal oath on it. 

Blood Brothers

🌸 Happy Mother's Day

Cal had let out his first shocked cry in the delivery room of Washington County Hospital
while his mother panted and his father wept. 

Fox had shoved his way into the world and into his laughing father’s 
waiting hands in the bedroom of the odd little farmhouse 
while Bob Dylan sang “Lay, Lady, Lay” 
on the record player, and lavender-scented candles burned. 

And Gage had struggled out of his terrified mother in an ambulance
racing up Maryland Route 65.

Blood Brothers

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Touches to Feel Connected and Loved

She went to Cal first. Her long blond hair swung forward as she leaned over his chair to kiss him. “Hi.”

When she straightened, her hands stayed on his shoulders. 
Fox wasn’t sure the gesture was purely out of affection or to soothe. But he knew
 when Cal’s hand came up to cover one of hers, it meant they were united.

The Hollow

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A touch can convey a lot more love and affection than words. 

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This Valentine's, be lovely and Loved

The music drifted out, slow and romantic. "Which is this?"

"'The Rose.' It's a ballad—a standard, I suppose, even today." 
"Do you like to dance?"

"Yes. I don't often, but…" 
Her words trailed away as he gathered her close.

"Cal—"

"Shh." He rubbed his cheek against her hair. "I want to hear the words."

They danced—swayed, really—as the music drifted through the speakers. A mother with two squabbling children rested her elbow on her table and watched them with pleasure and envy.

In the glassed in kitchen a man with a bushy mustache tossed pizza dough in quick, high twirls.

"It's sad."

"No." She could dream like this, with her head cushioned on his shoulder and 
her body moving to their inner rhythm.

"It's about how love survives."

Time Was

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"I See Fire"

Cal held his arm out. Fox, then Gage pressed their scored wrists down to his. “

Brothers in spirit, in mind. Brothers in blood for all time.”

As they stood, clouds shivered over the fat moon, misted over the bright stars. Their mixed blood
dripped and fell onto the burnt ground.

The wind exploded with a voice like a raging scream. The little campfire spewed up flame in a
spearing tower. The three of them were lifted off their feet as if a hand gripped them, tossed them. 
Light burst as if the stars had shattered.


Blood Brothers

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Whenever I listen to this music I crave the Amazing Sign of Seven Trilogy...

Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls

And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke

Keep watching over Durin's sons

If this is to end in fire

Then we should all burn together

Watch the flames climb high into the night

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At the farm, Brian held his wife’s hand as hundreds of people stood in his fields staring at the sky. “Jesus, Jo, Jesus. The woods are on fire. Hawkins Woods.”
“It’s not fire. Not just fire,” she said as her throat throbbed. “It’s . . . something else.”

At the Pagan Stone, the rain turned to fire, and the fire turned to light. Those sparks of light struck the black to sizzle, to smoke. Its eyes began to wheel now, not in hunger or pleasure, but in shock, in pain, and in fury.

“He’s doing it,” Cybil murmured. “He’s killing it.” Even through her grief, she felt stunning pride. “Hold on to him. We have to hold on to him. We can bring him back.”


The Pagan Stone

Happy Valentine's

 Cal sent a dozen Pink Roses to his Mother.

She liked the traditional flower for Valentine’s Day, and he knew his father always went for the red. 

If he hadn’t known, Amy Yost in the flower shop would have reminded him, as she did every blessed year.

 “Your dad ordered a dozen red last week, for delivery today, potted geranium to his grandma,and he sent the Valentine’s Day Sweetheart Special to your sisters.”

 “That suck-up,” Cal said, knowing it would make Amy gasp and giggle. “How about a dozen yellow for my gran. In a vase, Amy. I don’t want her to have to fool with them.”

 “Aw, that’s sweet. I’ve got Essie’s address on file, you just fill out the card.”

 He picked one out of the slot, gave it a minute’s thought before writing:Hearts are red, these roses are yellow. Happy Valentine’s Day from your best fellow.

 Corny, sure, he decided, but Gran would love it.

Blood Brothers

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Romance That Doesn't Break the Bank: How to Save on Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and Cupid has his bow pointed right at you— or rather, right at your wallet.

According to a recent study by the National Retail Federation, 54.8 percent of consumers are expected to celebrate the lovers' holiday, and spend a total of $19.7 billion.

Here are some tips on getting the biggest bang for your V-day buck. 

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“You sent me flowers on Valentine’s Day.”

 “I hear my mother calling,” Layla announced. “Coming, Mom!” She made a fast exit.

 “You sent me tulips that look like blooming candy canes on Valentine’s Day.”

 “They looked like fun.”

 “That’s what you wrote on the card. ‘These look like fun.’ Wow.” She scooped a hand through her hair. “I have to say that I’m a sensible woman, who knows very well Valentine’s Day is a commercially generated holiday designed to sell greeting cards, flowers, and candy.”

 “Yeah, well.” He slid his hands into his pockets. “Works.”

 “And I’m not the type of woman who goes all mushy and gooey over flowers, or sees them as an apology for an argument, a prelude to sex, or any of the other oft-perceived uses.”

 “I just saw them, thought you’d get a kick out of them. Period. I’ve got to get to work.”

 “But,” she continued and moved toward him, “strangely, I find none of that applies in the least in this particular case. They are fun.” She rose up on her toes, kissed his cheek. “And they’re beautiful.” Then his other cheek. “And thoughtful.” Now his lips. “Thank you.”

 “You’re welcome.”

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