Thirteen
Anything more is beating a dead horse.
Anything more is beating a dead horse.
She was found under a truck dock early on a wet Monday morning, amid the puddles and the gravel and litter that lay against the wall. It was 39° F out, and I could see my breath as I walked across the parking lot. The security guard who called me thought the kitten was dead….
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…
It would appear that in the mid-eighteen hundreds Valentines Day was more of a chance to lampoon love than celebrate it. I came across a reference to “vinegar valentines” today, and since I am who I am I had to find out what that meant. This lead to me several illuminating sites on “Penny Dreadful”…
1. Does one ever stop making mistakes??? I sure hope so. Somebody important said this to me yesterday. My response: I sure hope not. Making mistakes is the only alternative to becoming stagnant. I don’t want to simply be what I am now for the rest of my life, so I’m willing to incur the…
If that last post looks to everyone else like it appears to me, I’d guess the bugs are starting to creep into DD.org.
Congratulations on your second "birthday." May you have 13 more, and 13 more and 13 more after that.
(((hugs)))
Happy birthday, and many happy returns of the day!