my present came yesterday, in the form of a skip. all i want for christmas is to get rid of the clutter. today, we will take a sledge to that ugly brick thing i've always hated. yippee!
Santa, baby...
my present came yesterday, in the form of a skip. all i want for christmas is to get rid of the clutter. today, we will take a sledge to that ugly brick thing i've always hated. yippee!
Last edited by abalene; 12-19-2012 at 08:52 AM.
"It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia."
Am cleaning out stuff for Goodwill. Who put all this stuff in this house?
Cleaning out songs for the Suns of Phere Christmas show on DEC 24, BLUE PLATE AT NOON. Come here. Come hear. Ho ho.. and ho.
"Sometimes a stick in the eye is a tool for enlightenment, but mostly not." Manfred Minsk
hauled off all sorts of decent stuff to goodwill last month. this month we are taking out the trash.
"It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia."
And it always feels so good when you're done.Originally Posted by abalene
“I understand that I will be made to suffer for my actions, but I will be satisfied if the federation of secret law, unequal pardon and irresistible executive powers that rule the world that I love are revealed even for an instant.”--Edward Snowden
the ugly brick thing is history. hurray! now for the rest of the rubbish.
"It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia."
That's what she said!And it always feels so good when you're done.
“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”
― Leo Tolstoy
thanks santa, you are the best!
"It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia."
christmas ramble 2012
enveloped in thick fog,
the grayest, dreariest most gothic of glorious days,
winding through the mountains
going west beyond all those towers,
first the twins of metal while smokestack lightning plays,
then the medieval spires while carol of the bells plays on mandolin.
“there they are, didn’t see the castle towers on the way in”
“a reluctant passer was disturbing traffic at the time, so you were occupied. plus, they aren’t as easy to spot from the east headed west.”
…but that was the next day
after looking into the golden glass fire
eastward on the way home
when it was snowing, sleeting, icy wet,
swirling with the sharp, harsh winds
across the wide expanse of the roads
the woods on either side pale with drifts of white
till we drove ahead of the storm and into soft dry sunshine.
we spoke of many things
because everything had finally made that staggering last leap we wanted
such change that has cumulated from all those other points both large and small
becomes a moment when reality shifts into jubilation.
Last edited by abalene; 12-29-2012 at 01:36 PM.
"It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia."
and today is our anniversary. : )
"It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia."
Happy Anniversary to you both!
"You'll find me DOWNTOWN, gracefully face-down just wishin' I could feel alright"
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