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The Running Commentary in My Head
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San Francisco Part Four - New Shoes and German Food
puttputtproductions.com/bloget...n-food/No picture yet cuz tribe and my cat are not cooperating.
New Issue of Chocolate Zoom is Up!
Crossposted from my Blogetary blog. I keep forgetting to post this new issue. There's an intriguing article in there for growing a chocolate garden (I didn't write I swear, but I wish I had!): www.chocolatezoom.com/
San Francisco Vacation Part the Third - Shopping and A Pub Crawl...
puttputtproductions.com/bloget...-crawl/
Blog Contest Reminder
Still a blog contest going on for the flash fiction piece in the kids scifi magazine. Until the end of May 15th, you can leave comments here: puttputtproductions.com/bloget...ontest/
Home now
Eventually, I'll post pics or a blog, but right now, Pye is barely letting me use the computer. I'm being commanded to make up for a weeks worth of head rubs.
Gone Fishin'
Have a good week! I got this pic by Bryan Moon from here: www.pointsouth.com/dixiemar...oon-2.htmPoem a Day Challenge - Final Day!
YAY! I made it. I didn’t think I would at first, but I did. This is the final prompt from Poetic Asides (blog.writersdigest.com/poetic...30.aspx ), a poem on Farewells. Below is my attempt:Farewells
It’s always too busy to begin with –
the point of departure before farewell.
Too short, time. Too much to do as the path
rushes along: run, run, run. Who can tell
how long before you meet again? And then
if you do stop - what to say? Awkward pause
stretches to long silence. And thoughts of “when”
or “why” or “what if” remain unsaid ’cause
in a moment it’s over and you’re gone -
or they are: moved, left, died. Doesn’t matter.
Words unsaid are not heard; life carries on.
Rock’s already sunk beneath the water.
Trick is to make every hello - goodbye.
Say, “I love you.” Tomorrow we may die.
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