tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post1281304019313104993..comments2024-03-18T04:40:38.214-05:00Comments on Murderous Musings: Aging in Place--Perfect for This WriterChester Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07155257451021065218noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-84892977424656915892015-04-09T11:47:43.986-05:002015-04-09T11:47:43.986-05:00Thanks, dear friend.Thanks, dear friend.Jackie Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16276062715832103428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-40981013552693000742015-04-09T10:01:13.552-05:002015-04-09T10:01:13.552-05:00You're welcome to come for a visit anytime, Ja...You're welcome to come for a visit anytime, Jackie.Jean Henry Meadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08146960738692672013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-9149651573399941662015-04-09T09:59:08.369-05:002015-04-09T09:59:08.369-05:00Hi Jean, I've seen pictures of your view, and ...Hi Jean, I've seen pictures of your view, and it puts mine to shame. I'd live to visit you one say and see this marvelous vista. No wonder you're so prolific!<br />Jackie Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16276062715832103428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-59636200059029512492015-04-09T09:38:58.027-05:002015-04-09T09:38:58.027-05:00I'm happy for you, Jackie. My view from my wr...I'm happy for you, Jackie. My view from my writing window is of the Laramie Mountain peaks, now covered with snow. The view has inspired my next novel.Jean Henry Meadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08146960738692672013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-12451257933000912972015-04-09T08:50:53.612-05:002015-04-09T08:50:53.612-05:00I've seen pictures of your garden and your car...I've seen pictures of your garden and your carvings; this scene would inspire me. Perhaps you will never have to move. Where I live isn't for everyone.<br /><br />Your description of the road west out of Aberdeen, leading to Balmoral, sounds wonderfully exotic to this Okie!Jackie Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16276062715832103428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-26110319708545647612015-04-09T04:07:52.503-05:002015-04-09T04:07:52.503-05:00Sounds good, Jackie. We haven't moved for a wh...Sounds good, Jackie. We haven't moved for a while and I'm not looking forward to the time when, I suppose, we may have to.<br />As for looking out of the window - I used to write in a spare bedroom which faced onto the street. It's the main road west out of Aberdeen (the one that leads eventually to Balmoral, so we have high class neighhbours). If I ever got stuck in the writing, I'd look out of the window and, almost invariably, there'd be something peculiar happening - a car with strange stuff on the roof, a person dressed in a 'different' way - and I go back to my desk, get my policeman to walk to the window and he'd see and reflect on what I'd just seen. Now I write in a room which looks onto the garden. No cars or people but greenness, flowers, a yew tree and my carvings stuck in amongst them all. I feel privileged.Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16345949773423764808noreply@blogger.com