Wassail, traveler, and welcome to The Gable Grey -- a place of retreat, of renewal, and of resistance: a tree-shaded refuge in Dark Times. Now pass the threshold, and rest from journeys! For a cold wind is blowing; and here, if you wish, you may hear tidings of the world without...

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Distractions? I slay them!

I've watched a number of new films this month, and have added and reviewed them below. Frozen River and I Served the King of England were particularly good.

Also added: a new survey for the four of us who regularly vote. I must admit that I have not yet voted. Still thinking about it.

Been working on a new character for MERP: a Dwarf, Guzur the Black. ("Black" refers to his beard, his dwarf-clothing color preference, and to his usual mood.) I must say that I am very fond of him, so far. Two confirmed kills at this point in his life.

Best of all, I managed to actually write a new page or twain for The Woodreeve's Tale, and it is very good, if I do say so myself. A quiet, rainy day works wonders, sometimes... as does a blissfully long nap by the four-year-old.
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Whiles carried o'er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.

-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"