Incredulous semi-centenarian, tilting the hourglass to keep the years from sifting through ever more swiftly… Let’s see, what century is this?
Relocated from Chicagoland to the Pacific Northwest twenty years ago, because you don't have to shovel rain.
I can’t NOT write. But words that no one reads are like the tree that falls in the woods. And so I’ve pitched a tent on this blogging beach, where I load my messages into little bottles, cork them and heave them into the surf. And wait…
5 comments:
I just read your ABOUT ME...I feel like the little messages in bottles also. Never know who is picking them up and reading them.
Cookie the Snowman. I like it. Very good with ice cream, cold drinks,cracker and cheese plates, and salads
Your perfect ornament!
Mine has a place of honor -- now if I could only figure out how to photograph it for you.
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