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.
Similar Posts
Do I agree with the results?
Candle, I’m not entirely sure if I agree with the test results. Some of the answers are right on the money. I am painfully practical, I like to be organized (which is not necessarily the same as being a neat freak, as my apartment will attest). I tend to be rational rather than emotional, although…
Phospho-soda, movies, and KfH.
So, shellybien, you really want to know what Phospho-soda is? That evil concoction is a laxative that works by osmosis – it causes water to be drawn into your colon from your body. It is powerful, it is effective, it is efficient, it is enough to make you wish you were dead about an hour…
Less to Clean Up
“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion… I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.” — Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Oh what a day it was. Or wasn’t, if you prefer. My appointment with Dr. A having already been pushed to next week, I was able to…
Out of Proportion
Our condo is at the dead end of a very short drive within our little community. The dead end is literally a dead end, with the drive ending bluntly straight into a short hedge. Our garage is the last on the row, with the drive ending about ten feet or so past the garage. The…
What Dr. Liver was up to.
I found a news story in the Big City Paper about what Dr. Liver must have been up to yesterday. Pennsylvania physicians rally for malpractice relief Posted on Tue, Apr. 29, 2003 By Karl Stark, Marian Uhlman and Linda Loyd Inquirer Staff Writers Nearly 2,000 doctors, nurses and their supporters took off work yesterday and…
Maple Keys
The Professor is a funny mix of experience and lack thereof. He’s lived and studied abroad, he’s got an advanced degree in mathematics, he’s well into writing a six volume science fiction series, and he didn’t know that those whirly-gig seeds that come from maple trees, sycamores, ash and the like are called “keys”. He’s…
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!