Not much of anything.
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
I’m frustrated with the some of the antics on Dear Diary, and I’m frustrated with some of the doings in my life. I never thought anything of keeping two diaries on DD. They have two entirely different purposes. One is more of a newsletter than anything else, keeping a group of people up to date…
You can spin the light to gold. Summer goes out with neither a bang nor a whimper. The week is sizing up to be rain free. The days are starting out in the mid-fifties, and climbing to eighty or so. The trees are showing various amounts of color. The walnuts are always the last to…
The world is burning. Mother Nature turns arsonist. Matches become weapons. Touch the button, a bomb explodes. The timer hits zero, shrapnel flies. Depress the key and the inflammatory cocktail whizzes along an electronic pathway to detonate at its assigned address. Forget to set the parking brake and the car becomes a missile, its targets…
Too little time to do it in. Presents got wrapped last night. Laundry got done. But I didn’t get close to organizing the stuff I need to pack. The pile of bills still stares at me accusingly from my desk. I’m nearly ready for an official panic, except that I’m too busy to find time…
Wednesday I started the ultraviolet therapy. They’re taking me up really gradually, so the doses I got this week were really short. A few things I hadn’t actually thought about until we got started. One of them had to do with protective wear. Although I’m getting full body exposure, there’s a few areas that we…
Amazing how one thing leads to another, isn’t it? I did a web search to find some pictures of fried marbles/fried marble jewelry, and came across this blog entry: FuzzyButter, April 27, 2009 It’s black and white and a little grainy, but that could have been the same magazine my mom worked from when she…
WOW!
I want some magnetic poetry stuffs…
They’ve got a game of it at the store.
And, when I get enough money, I’m getting that, because it’s got a lot.
I’ve always wanted some…
i love it! i look forward to reading the magnetic poem of the day. 🙂 lordy! i’m having flashbacks of parasit…
Is that you office at work? Wow – my boss would have a stroke to see all that stuff on the walls! I’m not even allowed to hang the clock up!
Is that a poster of parasite eggs I see on your bullentin board? Seem to remember something like that from my tech days.
I want some magnetic poetry too.