Postcard from the Edge

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I’m a tad disappointed in the Shakespeare magnetic poetry words. No “whilst”? No “thou” or “thee”? How the heck am I ever going to work “vouchsafe” into a poem without cracking myself up? ╒╕╘╛╒╕╘╛╒╕╘╛╒╕ Magnetic Poetry Creation of the Day I envy winter for it doth not die but grows to young spring whilst I…

About a week ago I lost quite a few people from my notify list. I shrugged it off at the time, figuring I’d gotten a little repetitive and was becoming boring. To be honest, I never even checked to see if I could identify who I lost. I have now discovered that at least one…

I haven’t mentioned the cat herd in a while, except the downstairs foster (who is still looking for a home). I took a bunch of pictures the past few days, some of which came out nicely. A brief look at Who’s Who in the Salamander Pride: CATROY WAS HERE. The Little Black Shit likes hanging…

That beautiful garden makes up for this, another birthday present from the sisters, for the garden: It is a frog with a built in solar battery, so it can soak up the sun’s rays during the day and then glow in your garden for hours at night. Scary, huh?

Can it be that spring is actually here? Today was an unseasonable 80+ lovely Fahrenheit degrees. I opened the windows, and the cats were immediately part of the situation. The Little Black Shit actually got some quality time outside with The Prof. The robins are doing their territorial dancing, the cardinals have built a nest…