Posted on 05/08/2010 7:40:36 AM PDT by RubberPig
Edited on 05/08/2010 7:55:28 AM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
Is it possible to put a note into JohnRob that public and private postings options should not be so close to each other, and look so similar?
Hey Sandy, how’s that Evil Yellow Face treating you?
I broke something with my typos, didn’t I?
Comet Mcnaught is wandering through, should be more visible on June 15th and 16th or so.
If I were privy to her email (if she has an addy) we may be able to work a deal. In the meantime, I’ll have to wait til another sib takes a dirt nap before I can say anything worth listening to.
In the meantime, my brother has a penchant for leaving folks hanging by them own selves. The silly boy.
Not this time. You're off the hook: it was my error that the Admin Gods corrected.
Drats.
You’ll just have to pester/torment him like a good sis does.
*Would my sis tease/pester/torment me? Uhh.. Yeah. With enthusiasm. And send me bizarre but related web links too!*
Ah, much like the time I neglected to put the space in the right place and had an “abou t” by it.
Then got needled for my typo.
Which I begged to have removed.
*sigh*
Been awhile since that one.
No inner nagging here. We listen only to the beat of the Plessie in the moat, when she is teaching her younglings to swim. As for the rest of the Wide Open Spaces, we each have learned to care for our own plot of Habitat, depending on how we live.
Since we live on a 24 hour system, there are always eight hours of daylight, and eight of moonlight and the other eight are subject to change at a moment’s notice.
We don’t like to disturb the synchronization of the Habitats, and the only person who “knows it all” is the Resident Weatherman/Timekeeper, Bob.
He keeps notes...
I’m sunburned from standing outside all day on Saturday. I keep forgetting sunscreen... haven’t needed it for awhile.
"He keeps notes..."
Indeed I do:
The shuttle landed on the rim of the habitat like a coat hung on a hook. Brian and Jade were pushed gently back into their seats. Slowly the shuttle was raised and turned into a horizontal orientation, and pulled forward to enter a small tunnel cavity. The air-locks aligned and signaled. Brian, Jade, and the other passengers and crew released their seat-belts.
Without hurry, the small group exited the shuttle and made their way through the tunnel space to a bank of circular elevator doors. Brian selected the “Grand Entrance” route and seemed surprised that only he and Jade chose it. The spherical car moved smoothly for a short time. When it stopped, and the eyelid door opened, they were greeted by a stunning panorama.
They stepped out of a rustic stone building onto a grassy plain. Behind them on each side were trees and shrubs in a forest setting. Stretching to the left and right were meadows which were marked by small fences and signposts giving directions to various activities.
But the most striking thing to appear before them was the magnificent castle in the center of the vista. Brian had seen such a castle before. In another life he had helped to build one. This one looked the same, but there were slight differences. The castle of his youth had been made of a pinkish stone. This one looked more grayish, like granite. And it had a soaring minaret on the left side, in partial counterbalance to the magnificent tower on the right.
As he took in the scene, Brian realized there was a path to follow, that would lead him to the castle gate. They began walking.
Jade was looking up. Through a slight haze, which cast the overhead in a bluish mist, Brian perceived a network of arches and struts like a bridgework, but this spanned the entire dome of the enclosure. The artificial lights emplaced on the crossbars matched the brightness of the sky, and tended to make the beams disappear. Unless one studied it, as they were doing, it was easy to accept the illusion that they were under open sky on a planetary surface. This place was enormous!
As they approached the drawbridge, Brian listened. He could hear only sounds of domesticity. Animal noises, birdcalls, voices of children filled the air. For a moment he was carried back to his early days on the island.
In crossing the drawbridge, they could see and hear that people were swimming in the moat. One bald-headed fellow was industriously swimming around the castle, but he was swimming with the current. Brian thought for a moment about how he knew that the water was circulating around the castle. He shrugged. It wasn’t at all uncommon for pieces of information to just appear in his mind. He had grown used to it.
Entering the courtyard, after the momentary darkness of the tunnel through the thick walls, they were again impressed by the scale and majesty on display. There were fruit trees and flowering shrubs in profusion, as well as a sort of parade ground where ceremonies and celebrations could be held. Many small windows faced into the courtyard from the thick wall surrounding it. In the corners, a balcony effect seemed apparent as faces appeared to look out from time to time from large sections of glass.
The main part of the castle appeared before them. A large staircase with circular steps led up to the massive main doors of the castle. They climbed up the stairs. Pausing on a terrace at the top, they again looked around at the courtyard. Brian pictured it with pennants flying, and horses and knights in shining armor on parade.
If you look back over his blogs, you’ll see his “sister” means absolutely NOTHING!!!
I’m the only one of three sisters who reads and/or responds to his blogs. But unless I cross his palms with silver, he ain’t gonna respond...*sigh*
Still, he’s a damn fine BRO!!!
I sure wish my daughter hadn’t kept my books...I could use some Action! And some Reaction. And whatever came in between or since. *sigh*
Your notes are so....
*hanging head* (never mind)
Life in Seattle. You rarely burn, more likely you rust.
I can send you more books ... again.
I just have to pay the publisher to print them, and I can have them sent anywhere.
It’s only four books. I keep threatening to put together three books of poetry too, but the world has been kept safe from that so far.
I have two other books that are half-finished. I keep waiting for the plots to reveal themselves.
I can’t ask you for that, Sir Weatherman, Sir. Since I can’t afford the cost of publishing (the poetry would be so AWESOME!) there is no way I would ask you to send anything to me.
The plots will come along when you have relaxed enough to dream them into your books. Sleep is like that, you know.
In the meantime, I can try to recall some of the more involved scenes.... ;o]
Strawberry comes to mind...
LAWKS!! I was in PS long enough to rust and swear to it!
My mother thought she had died and gone to Heaven, when she visited. She even made a Christmas wreath from boughs of the trees in my yard. The rest of the year, she hated me.
I’m night shift (6:30 pm to 7:30 AM) so I don’t drink anything at night going in to work, but always a glass (or 2 - 3) at breakfast at the local bar-hostel-truckstop-restaurant down the C-12 road a few kilometers south of Asco at Venebre. (You can even see it near the traffic circle in Venebre from the google maps satellite!)
Anyway, their wine is so local sometimes the bottles are not even labeled. Other times, the old label is still there: xyx water company, yyy soft drink, etc.
Years ago, when I was still working, I dated a guy who worked at the Golden Nugget. I would meet him in the morning on my way to work, and he was on his way home.
He would have a steak “dinner” with all the trimmings and white wine (at 0700) and I would have a “country breakfast” with coffee and OJ.
It worked.
Life is GOOD!
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