August Specialties
warm, humid, sticky yes, muggy yucky for me but my flowers thrive The cicada din lulls for the outbursts of Perseid meteors. Come sit with me in my garden chair and sip ice cold peppermint tea. Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, August 5, 2016
Thursday, August 4, 2016
In Memory Of
A man's life motto became his epitaph: "Prior Perfect Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance" A memorable epitaph is worth a thousand biographies. One should plan ahead by writing one's own because no one knows you better than you. And yet, I can think of nothing appropriate for myself. Perhaps I... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
In Answer to Kabu And Shamasehar
Kabu asked: "....oh and is it possible for you to repost anything [you wrote] from before 2007? Shamasehar commented: "I agree with Kabu it would be a pleasure to read your earlier posts which we might have missed out on." The Answer: NOT LIKELY Now and then when the urge strikes--I act without much... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
An Old One For C_C_T
Foggy-Mind Blogging Rising from the churning sea of unformed thoughts and dashing dreams like foaming breakers pounding shore and dragging sand back from my feet, ideas come, then quickly go rejected, banished to the deep to seethe and roil, rise and fall until a loud and sudden squall points out... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, July 25, 2016
The Heat Dome Must Have Moved
what a lovely day cooling breezes through windows opened for fresh air Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Time And Chance
I'm just peeking in to see when I last haiku'd-- think I forgot how Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, July 4, 2016
Yeah Toronto!
Toronto Blue Jays Made Kansas City Royals Feel not so Royal Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 20, 2016
Suddenly
loud rolling thunder after a hot cloudless day. where did that come from? Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
No, I Didn't
didn't wash my hands after peeling the grapefruit I love the odor Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 9, 2016
It's Too Much For Me
Oh, the wonders of this modern age read like a science fiction page to an old lady graced by time elapsed by silent days sublime-- Memories of lace and frills, someone else to pay the bills, a book to read upon the swing, the joy a summer day would bring... No TV, without a car never traveling very... Sign in to see full entry.