I am in here.
The most American notion: that the main aim of life is to be adequately entertained; everything else serves that purpose. Even if there is not a show on that I enjoy, I still watch the screen. Instead of looking for reasons to turn it off, I should be looking for reasons to turn it on. … Continue reading why do I watch?
Down at the Mercantile Library, they are getting together a poetry-writing group to meet at Wednesday lunchtimes, or perhaps even only once a month. My initial reaction to this bit of news was, “Eeek! I ain’t going near that!” Since then, I have had a lot of time to reflect on the possibilities of the … Continue reading nogroup
So if I did write my story, what would it be about? Maybe it would be a ridiculously artful story about a storyteller who tells everyone else’s story to perfection, but can’t verbalize her own. But that’s simply too cute. It would also be very easy to get lost in it while writing it, and … Continue reading my story: reasons for
Tis a lovely Sunday morning, so sunny you could easily forget that it’s December (and a Day of Infamy, at that). In fact, it’s so pretty that I have to put in a blog entry out of sheer exuberance. But just so as this thing has some redeeming value, here’s a bit of humor via … Continue reading Sunday morning
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