I am in here.
Death and time and other sorts of things one only writes about at midnight or so. Was wise enough not to copy it all in here. So I listen to somber music on a sunny Saturday morning, when I should be fasting. Or, in my own case, just not eating all that much. Soon, Other … Continue reading What I've been nattering on about, in my own head.
I only just now realized that it’s the official start of fall, when I wrote out the date at the top of this note. Spent the day trying to figure out how to get my iPhone to sync properly with iCal, but to no avail. I even reformatted the thing. Evidently lots of other people … Continue reading Evening.
I wonder again, for the millionth time, what else is lost that doesn’t get found. via Regretful Child’s Apology: Found this in a vacation rental cabin at a mountain lodge. I wonder who called the poor child a snot, and why it was so wrong for him to wonder such a thing??? Now playing on … Continue reading An apology. Not mine.
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Kris’s last daisy, originally uploaded by niehoff. One of the last daisies in my friend Kris’s garden. I guess summer has to go, as it always does, but I’m hanging on … Continue reading Kris's last daisy
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