Echoes from the Wander

01 December 2025

Dec 01, 2025

Greetings December! Greetings Ponderlings!
Lots to look forward to this month … maybe even Santa Claus. (I still believe. Don’t you?)

Well—maybe.

I’ve been wrestling with a maddening computer issue since Turkey Day. At first I blamed Black Friday and Cyber Monday chaos, but no—it was my ethernet driver, hiding like a gremlin in the shadows. After uninstalling, reinstalling, rebooting, praying, and bargaining with the cosmos … I think I’m finally sailing smooth again. Fingers crossed.

Short and sweet: I survived. Barely.

I hope your week was kinder. Turkey or not, I hope you had a little joy, a little rest, a little connection. Me and the guys (my sons) watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show while polishing off the raspberry and apple pies. Tim Curry was, as ever, pure brilliance.

“It’s just a jump to the left.”
(If you know, you know.)

Let’s do the time warp to…

Last Week

The First Astronomers Were Poets

The first essay in the Star Archive series. If you didn’t have a chance to read it yet, I hope you will. Researching the “Sky-Poets” was strangely moving—like brushing dust off a forgotten doorway between art and the cosmos.

Wednesday Whimsy #29

The Muse has been located—alive, recovering, and allegedly taking a job “teaching metaphors to behave.” She’s dramatic as ever, so if you missed her last week, catch her while she’s still lingering on this plane.

Short and sweet, as promised.

What’s Next

This week is off to a bit of a rocky-horror start between computer gremlins and post-feast sluggishness, but I’m easing back in.

I’m aiming to bring you another Star Archive essay—back in its usual Thursday slot (fingers still crossed).

And something new has begun whispering at me: a poetry-ish project that’s been brewing for decades, stirring again as I revisit my father’s old writings. I’ll let that sit for now… but the call is strong.

I’ll likely be a little quieter online during this mixed-bag season of joys and responsibilities, but I’ll still be here—sharing, creating, wondering.

Winter feels like it’s hurrying toward us, doesn’t it? I don’t mind. I love the solitude winter makes room for. It has a warmth I treasure.

And I treasure you.