Crap!
Plans to reap what I sowed failed to come to fruition. Turns out the harvest had some weevils in it. Looks like you’ll all just have to wait in suspense a bit longer.
As for me, I’m sitting on pins and needles.
Plans to reap what I sowed failed to come to fruition. Turns out the harvest had some weevils in it. Looks like you’ll all just have to wait in suspense a bit longer.
As for me, I’m sitting on pins and needles.
June Weekend from Hell
Some thoughts I jotted down while heading north on Route 5 in California, between LA and San Francisco: This Pennsylvanian knows she isn’t on the East Coast any more. The land passing by me now is strange to me. Part of the strangeness stems from the fact that California is a land of extremes. When…
One of the people who left a comment yesterday was surprised that I’d met and married a Jewish man while living in the middle of the “Bible Belt”. In reality, I’m not quite in the midst of the “Bible Belt” (although there are days when it feels like I am). I live just close enough…
The sweet potato casserole is just something I kinda wing, I’m afraid. I don’t exactly have a recipe, but this is how I make it: I use a square 9″ X 9″ pyrex casserole dish, but I don’t think it matters what you use all that much. Ingredients: A bunch of sweet potatoes. I usually…
– Amos Bronson Alcott I stumble through the progression of days as if the impediments I encounter are always new, as if the furniture that occupies the rooms of my life has always been rearranged over-night and the lights are always off. The furniture has not been rearranged. The lights are usually on. The impediments…
“Never a lip is curved with pain That can’t be kissed into smiles again.”—Bret Harte “Bullshit. Kiss this!”—Salamander I thought Bret Harte was supposed to have hung out with Mark Twain. If so, none of that wonderful acerbic wit rubbed off. I got to see my physical therapist this morning. Let’s call him Adonis. Just…
I bought a deLint book, by the way. I haven’t read it yet (finished the Huff series and then indulging in Nevada Barr’s latest paperbook), but I aim to next. I’ll let you know which one it was when I’m done. For a lit master, I’m surprisingly good at forgetting titles….
A cliffhanger,,,
I like the image, too. 🙂 For me it evokes the idea that present concerns can seem so much larger than they are. When we’re using it, a flashlight can seem more clear and luminous than the moon, but it really isn’t–nothing like comparing the two to bring that home.
Thanks for posting it.
i like the song!
What’s that? You have a rash?
You rash and impulsive??
Doesnt seem like you, so I wait in suspense.
🙂
CK
What an awesome poem. The title reminds me of when I was a kid, camping out with a friend in the back yard and shining our flashlights up at the moon.
I’m going to go bask in those memories now.
Alli
Whaaaaaaaaa
I am going to go insane until I know what you are reaping.
sitting on pins and needles is right!