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.
Watt's Gnus (18+) On topics and today's gnus. Definitely opinionated. Set to 18+ for a reason. #1439092 by Kåre เลียม Enga
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.
Blogville (XGC) Where bloggers meet and greet to read and share. No required prompt. Alias: blogville. #2253938 by Kåre เลียม Enga
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.
Maid of the Mist Most Macabre 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.
Do you remember your first friend? Under what circumstances did you become friends? Are you still in contact with them or any of your other childhood friends?
I didn't have friends. I had a sister! And she was younger and bigger than I was.
I was painfully shy but I grew up in a neighborhood of kids my own age. As a factory town where people owned homes instead of rented them, families didn't move much. So... Micky (Michelle) and Micky (Michael), Mary and Kim, Judy and her older sisters Jean and Joan and dog Queenie, Donna and Dennis, Christine, Nancy... You get the idea! We knew each other well.
I read Judy's hand-me-down books (a godsend) and colored with Micky's big box of crayons (how I learned my colors). In return many joined me playing in my 'town' in the mud with a few cars, weeds as trees and blocks of wood as houses.
We also played games. I still remember when Marlene beat us all at a game of hearts. She wasn't the brightest among us at that time. And I remember it was in the driveway under our kitchen window.
Other than the kids on our block, my mother tried to choose my friends. She didn't approve of the rough working class. Her father was an artist and artisan. She seems to have inherited a bit of snobbery. Later, when the BBC came out with "Keeping Up Appearances" Hyacinth reminded me of my mother. My father was laid back but working long hours. I couldn't see without my glasses so sports was not an option either.
When kids grew up into teenagers the whole situation changed as folks moved away or everyone found new friends. I felt very isolated.
I believe that the only one I'm still in contact with is Marlene. She looks ab-fab and lives in Florida.
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