It can be recycled. Into CO2, H2O, and C - with the added benefit of a waste product of the process more commonly known as 'heat'...
Not to mention that the residue goes well on the garden.
Posted on 02/03/2015 6:27:08 AM PST by MasterMason
Kearen liked sci-fi.
Ceirdwyn likes whatever “mommy” puts on the tablet.
And apparently she just fell asleep watching something.
I’m told that she is snoring.
Poor little mite.
I misread that as “steak terrorizer”.
I can’t give blood any more unless it’s for my own use, as no one knows what CFIDS will do to someone who needs blood for whatever reason.
One of my nieces was told a few says ago that her youngest daughter has cancer cells in her blood again; it has been almost two years since her last chemo, so it looks as though it’s going to be another round of whatever they are doing for leukemia.
I believe she is six. Her mother just gave birth to a boy about five weeks ago, so dad is going with the daughter to her appointments.
Sad, this. They are asking for marrow donors and of course, I can’t help. *sigh*
I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, and I sincerely hope it isn’t that nasty flu that’s been going around.
Many a steak has been seen diving for cover whilst being chased around the kitchen by a psychopathic wooden mallet.
The look of glee on its face as the steak sizzles is worrying. Wood should never be recycled, you never know what traumatic experiences it has had in the past.
Sparkle is one of the noisiest-sleeping cats I’ve ever heard in my life. Not quite a snore but awfully close!
Excellent point.
It doesn’t seem to be the flu - just a cold that’s been going the family. I’m having some toast.
Shannon snores.
Sorry about your great-niece with leukemia. I hope the treatment works again.
I’ve been diligent about sticking with my diet, in the hopes of treating myself to a small ice cream from 7-11, but the cost for an individual popsicle was much more than I had available, so I didn’t get to buy my own Valentine, today.
Now, I’m going to take my pills, then take a shower and head for bed, as there doesn’t seem to be anything else to do.
Maybe tomorrow will be an improvement!
I hope it works, again, too. She is such a sweet little girl and is so brave. It just breaks my heart. So I will pray for her, as I always do. Just with a little more emphasis on the Please.
You can have your popsicle tomorrow. If I’m going to have anything, it will be a day or two from now. No point when I’m feeling lousy.
All of my cats have snored.
Dunno why.
The one was also a heavy sleeper.
You could part her eyelids and she wouldn’t wake up.
It can be recycled. Into CO2, H2O, and C - with the added benefit of a waste product of the process more commonly known as 'heat'...
Not to mention that the residue goes well on the garden.
I will think about that when I am in bed. Maybe, if the weather holds nice, I will even walk down to 7-11 to get it. I’ve been waiting for the doctor’s release (the 23) but maybe just this once...
I just wish I could find a meat mallet...I really need one.
That must have been a heart in the mouth moment when that was cut down.
Kitchen section at the supermarket?
Tenderisers find you....not the other way around. Why else would they have Bart Simpson hair cut. :)
I could call this "Hemlock Dream", but that just doesn't sound right ...
Ash Dream
Sometimes, in a fireplace, a limb will be consumed,
So slowly, so gently, that it retains its form,
Just as it was in life; the shape of the veins,
The mark of the bark. It shares those moments warm,
And filled with sunshine, having knitted structure,
Out of the very air. Such magic! -- that it weaves its dreams,
In daylight, making sugar chains too long for eating,
For any but termites, or beavers by their streams.
Those streams of tears that fell upon the hills,
After traveling on the sighs of tropic wistfulness,
To dash out all their hopes in Northern climes,
For trees to sip, and gossip with a stately cheerfulness.
And so this ashen ghost of form, observed by dreamers,
Resembles what we think we may become one day,
When all our cheerful sunniness, our hopes and dreams,
Have spun and scattered forth like Autumn leaves at play.
Perhaps one day I will be sitting in a park,
With wistful smiles recalled upon my face,
Having become an ashen image of my self,
That scatters to the winds without a trace.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . November 29, 2008
That was the concern since it was situated right at the corner and the fear was should a significant wind arise that would topple it, the rootball rolling over would knock out the foundation of the house...
I watched them VERY closely as the tree was being diminished in stature..
(At the present moment it is concealed by a white mound of powdery substance that has an icy top crust. That is one reason - of many - that it is still lying where it expired.. The local members of the Hemlock Relocating and Removing Union won't work if the temperature is below 20 °C...)
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