This picture makes Knuckles looks small.
Posted on 02/03/2015 6:27:08 AM PST by MasterMason
Lol! Very groa-worthy, but in a good way.
What’s everyone opining on these days?
I noticed your absence. We’re all doing fine! Bill is taking the summer session of college and working; we don’t see him much, just his dishes. Tom and Elen will report for their summer camp jobs on the 14th.
Much summer stuff will go on for the others. I just checked and found it’s too early to sign Frank up for swimming lessons. They’re still running evening sessions. Maybe he can get into the first summer session, if it doesn’t conflict with Cub Scout day camp, where he will be a Real Camper. Frank turned 6 last week while we were in Myrtle Beach. My mother and DP’s were both there, but not his stepmother, which I’m sure is for the best ;-).
I have either a rash from excessive sun exposure - I’m a very indoor person, as a rule - or poison ivy.
This is the Undead Thread. Sooner or later, Everything under the sun, or any other main-sequence star, comes up for discussion.
;-)
I didn’t think reminding anyone that Some Old Hippy Caught Another Hippy Tripping On Acid would be um, functional...
Oh look!
A thunderstorm...
I bet Myrtle Beach was fun. Glad the offspring are doing well! Wow, I hope your sunburn/PI resolve(s) soon.
You probably already know that the Torah is actually the first five books of the Old Testament.
Written In Stone
How is it you haven't read, then,
The notes that were carefully placed,
In layers of sedimentary rock,
So they wouldn't be simply erased?
My other stone writing you noted.
I guess brevity counts with you now,
It used to be any message,
Was like manna from Heaven somehow.
But before, you were watching the heavens,
And now you seem glued to that "set",
Which perhaps was a gift from Lucifer,
I haven't decided quite yet.
In any case I left some scribblings,
That I'd just jotted down on the fly,
As I puttered around in my Garden,
While a few million ages crept by.
Like flowers pressed between pages,
Impressions of things that once were,
Were cast in the layers of future rock,
And baked in the way that they stir.
A simmering, bubbling cauldron,
If your scale of observing is such,
That a million years is the blink of an eye,
And some things need a delicate touch.
Now you may think those notes are of failures,
Being things that I tried and put by,
But remember that all of them did once live,
Ere they came to that place where they'd die.
They succeeded in terms of getting along,
With the challenges they had to face,
Remarkable, really, that out of such wood,
I whittled the whole human race.
Now, off you go with your studies,
Don't think it's an open-book test!
This place that you think is a garden,
Is a prison for all but the best.
NicknamedBob . . . . April 29, 2009
Thank you!
This picture makes Knuckles looks small.
Smanski/Bergquist wedding party.... I don't know the folks but the I'll just imagine they are the characters here on the undead thread.
lol
Anyone want to beta read a short story? (3,800 or so words) Very short.
Just look for typo’s (like too instead two/to) and places where words might be missing, grammar mistakes and the like.
Nothing major.
Me!
Paragraph 5: should Home Owner’s Association be possessive?
WELL... they are usually possessed!
http://flscifi.blogspot.com/2015/05/short-story-dirt-diggers.html
This one is less than 400 words. You might like it.
good point...
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