had over 1,200 entries and that was getting close to full. I don't want to trim it by deletion. I did that once, much to my dismay. Will be used more for poetry.
come out of a need to share interesting stuff I come across. When I was young I did a small newsletter named as such. (or was it column in the newsletter? Been 30 years... I think.)
is where I put my flash fictions. Maybe someday I'll figure it out and have enough good ones to publish. Ratings vary and some are hidden from view.
I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
is for posting personal blog entries in hope that folks will comment and post their blog entries there as well. I will be commenting on all blog entries posted. It's my effort to rebuild a blogging community.
Lots of things checked . That's good, right? Or did you just list those checked? Doesn't matter. Sounds like reasonably good trip. Relax now and recover.
At least the Lions made it forward. The first time since 1991.
It was a winter 80 here with cool shadows. Started with rain by the shore that washed out to sea. The sun tried to dodge the clouds all day, but it was a losing battle. Did flash green as it ducked goodbye heading your way.
SandraLynn Team Florent! You capture the purpose of this blog. Balance is elusive for me. If I'm depressed I can see my accomplishments. If I'm smug I can see the pain. If I think I haven't lived... I must admit that I once was alive.
Ah, this is life, the mundane mixed with moments of wonder. We need to eat so ,we think about it, prepare for it, do it. We need to socialize so, we seek it out wherever we can find it. Sometimes, we need to wander without any goals or purpose. We observe. We marvel. We breathe. Not everything requires scheduling.
PiriPica Norway is near and dear to my heart but I cancelled in 2022 because I was ill and 2023 has been Thailand. If I get to go May 17 2024 I want to be in Lillehammer. Vi får se.
I agree, it's never the same to just have pictures. It's all the different sensory impressions that make up a memory, not just sight. Love hearing about your impressions from Norway, thank you.
Even as a child I loved sad songs. The "Tennessee Waltz" was one of the few 45 records we had. We played "You are my sunshine", "Green Eyes", "Besame mucho" over and over again. Odd to think how much access we have to all those old songs now when as a child I didn't.
I'd love to be able to sing "Ne me quittez pas" or "Les fuilles mortes" in French. French songs, movies, literature does bittersweet much better than gleeful American fell-good pop. Always thought the French were more realistic.
Perhaps that's why I'm leery of people who seem forever happy. Are they on good drugs, in total denial? I can support optimism better... once the bittersweet reality is acknowledged.
Heartbreak? Wish I had a relationship that was close enough for heartbreak. Maybe Kevin? I kept most friends at arm's length. One of many reasons why I never married.
As for Tennessee... I did my 5th grade report on the Volunteer state. Even dreamed of visiting or going to school there. On one fine Spring day when I was 19 my father drove from Arkansas to Virginia. We drove all day through Tennessee, may have stopped for gas. My father wouldn't stop at UT. I didn't speak to him the whole way home.
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