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.
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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.
I was 10. I was tired of BLUE or RED ... I wanted something that spoke to ME.
It was the tree ... an elm ... that spread its branches . . . but that's another story. It was MY elm. And birds nested in elms. And there were so few birds other than robins and sparrows because there were no trees! I wanted to see an oriole, (or like the baseball team) a Baltimore oriole, the type that hung their nests high up in spreading elm trees.
I also like weeds and one of the small insignificant flowers that one only saw if one was short and sitting on the lawn had pale orange flowers. Later I learned it was the scarlet pimpernel ... way beyond tall people's notice or adults who thought lawns should be mown not sat on.
The orange oriole, the orange flower. The green elm, the green lawn.
There were no clothes for boys where I grew up that were orange. I wore brown and green like a druid wannabe.
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