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My house once was at the edge of our town, not all that long ago. My running route took me down unpaved country lanes, edged by lilac and hawthorn, and in the summer I would pick raspberries, and tiny red apples that no one wanted any longer. There were rabbits and birds, even the odd eagle...But all that is gone, replaced by the desolation of vast shopping centres and miles upon miles of subdivided sameness.
I can't run any more since my accident anyway, but I still ride my bicycle, and it takes me half an hour to get into the country...
And it's nice you can visit with the Colonel! I do not often get the opportunity for such visits...
Here's to you and yours...
posted by
Nautikos
on April 22, 2008 at 7:47 PM
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I think you Wiley and myself could sit down with a drink of our choice
and talk for hours. Bring the beloved too of course.
posted by
Kabu
on April 20, 2008 at 5:31 PM
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Your visit with your dad.
I still have both my parents, both in their mid-eighties, and in many ways they aren't really the same people I remember, growing up. I am glad that they are still alive but I already grieve for the people they used to be, because those vibrant and vital people have already gone. A sense of loss comes in many forms, I guess. Your composition was a sad picture of things to come, for all of us. I hope that when I am only a (cherished) memory, I will be missed too. I just had to add the cherished part, although it might not really happen. I can be cantankerous (rarely) although I try not to be, out loud.
Guy
posted by
northsage_45
on April 19, 2008 at 11:58 AM
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I know, Wylie. Seriousness brings us down.
I'll snap back into foolishness soon.
posted by
strat
on April 18, 2008 at 7:54 AM
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It's pretty much the way it is, TK.
I don't know how else to describe it.
posted by
strat
on April 18, 2008 at 7:53 AM
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That's very true, Sam.
posted by
strat
on April 18, 2008 at 7:53 AM
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Whatever works, Cricket, ya know?
It does help.
posted by
strat
on April 18, 2008 at 7:52 AM
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Strat
That was different from your humour, you have to stop thinking seriously old buddy.LOL
I did like hearing you visited with your dad, somehow I know my sons won't do that with one in Florida now and one in California. Well, they both had enough of the French in Quebec where I raised 'em, and off they went.
C'est la vie. They're doing well with that American dream and I'm happy for them, wish I'd moved there 100 years ago. Keep well buddy
posted by
WileyJohn
on April 17, 2008 at 8:50 PM
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strat
I too think of what will be. You summed it up perfectly with "the gang rape" of mother nature
posted by
Tattered_Knight
on April 17, 2008 at 3:28 PM
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I think it is important to do whatever it takes to soothe an aching soul. sam
posted by
sam444
on April 17, 2008 at 2:08 PM
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I talk to my dad everyday, also...god bless his soul.
I wonder if he can hear me, but even if he can't, it makes me feel better.
posted by
hazel_st_cricket
on April 17, 2008 at 1:39 PM
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Well, hi there, Little Mermaid!
I'll surely drop by and I hope your mom is feeling better soon! It's no fun to be sick.
posted by
strat
on April 17, 2008 at 6:42 AM
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hi sir...this is too long for me...im sure my mom can understand this better than i can sir...im sorry she cant read you because shes sick right now...thank you sir for letting me stop bye sir...hope you can drop bye her blog...
posted by
__Purple_Mermaid11__
on April 17, 2008 at 6:21 AM
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