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.
I came home from running errands Tuesday to find the next door neighbors parked in the spot I’d left next to our garage. Yesterday The Prof told me he’d spotted the neighbors outside late at night with a small black puppy, trying to get it to attend to its business. I quipped to The Prof…
I consider myself immune to most forms of advertisement. Of course I “like” certain commercials better than others (herd cats or make frogs croak the name of a beer and you’ll get a chortle or two out of me), but I honestly can’t remember the last time I went out and did something because a…
Illness takes its toll on even the best relationships. I am not the person I was this time last year. I don’t have the stamina I once did. I don’t have the patience I once did. I find that I often have less to talk about than I once did; it seems pointless somehow to…
I love lazy Saturdays. I love being the only one up and awake. I love watching drowsing cats sunning themselves in the checkerboard patterns of sunlight on the kitchen floor during their period of post-prandial morning bliss. I love that initial buzz from a really good cup of coffee that opens my eyes up to…
The O’Beast has taken to sleeping in a new spot, since Cattitude and Kitten have taken over the cat beds. I have to say that he is at least creative in his sleeping arrangements. Cattitude’s small infection in her nether regions from about a month ago cleared up nicely. During the healing process she was…
They are indeed Campenula medium. For more and better pictures go to Canterbury Bell Google Search. The discovery of Audrey II’s identity has helped salve the last vestiges of yesterdays migraine, which hang on me like a vague yellow grass stain that no amount of detergent or bleach will get out of your best white…
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!