If someone would care to round em all up into a burgeoning herd, I'll volunteer to put em all out of their misery in spectacular fashion.

p.s. Coming up on 1/2 million hits.
1. Today dawned cold clear and breezy in my area. Fall is in the air, and the leaves are beginning to turn, and I am grateful to still be here to savor it. Tis the season of dying and celebration, both. Death and life, together, in one heady cup !
Hoist a mug and celebrate the new harvest, and new beer, and fresh cider, and fall squash, and fresh sausages from the animals we cannot fodder until spring. Dance if you are able, and sing and play if you are not.
Hoist a mug to the migratory birds, who still run strong with the hot blood of youth as they wing their annual way along ... chasing warmth, sun, food and mates, while we who cannot fly watch from below, in wonder and yearning.
Hoist a mug to those who came before us. Like the migratory birds who now depart, they nested and birthed us, and loved us, and kept us warm and safe, and taught us the hard ways of the world, and to not lose hope and to find meaning in all the little things, and in each other ... until time forced them to take wing for the hearafter.
2. Today, I had the pleasure of stealing a small brief kiss from the hand of beautiful Calliope. Perhaps steal is too strong a word ... she smiled politely and pretended not to notice how coarse my lips were, and then she sparkled and went out. When my wife wakes up, I'll tell her of my infidelity, and (back pain permitting) perhaps we'll take a short ride to the local cidermill, and together hoist a mug ... of fresh cider.
Just walk under a couple ladders .. it freaks the phobics out and relieves stress (at least for me it does).Algot Runeman wrote:Does anybody know a good therapist?
LOL. I'm comfortable with my nerdity .. mostly.Algot Runeman wrote:Please take no umbrage from my use of the term "nerd". It isn't always a pejorative term. With pride, I state that I aspire to be a nerd. Like many of my aspirations, it's unrealized.