USO Canteen FReeper Style ~ Pancakes on Wednesday ~ 20 August 2003

Canteen FRiends ~ Radix

[Soaring Feather]

I have always used a gas stove. I like the idea of seeing the heat!! LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Time for lights out Canteen Crew!
Good Night One and All!!

[Brad’s Gramma]

You won't hear me arguing that theory...it's a great one, actually.

Put them on PUBLIC-for-the-world-to-hear-notice...one more time...and then take care of business.

[MoJo2001]

Good night Diva!! I hope to be here for the Circus! Gotta see what my mom and dad will want to do.

[Brad’s Gramma]

I believe I'm going to steal borrow that pic for Logan's page. Thanks!

[MoJo2001]

Thank you so much for your wonderful poem!! *HUGS*

[HiJinx]

Good night, Ms. Feather...

I'm following your lead, tomorrow comes early here in the Old West, too!

See everyone in the AM!

[Brad’s Gramma]

Good night HiJinx! (love your pj's)

:-)

[MoJo2001]

*HUGS* Goodnight, Jinxie!!

[MoJo2001]

HELLO MOJO!

[Kathy in Alaska]

So, you don't see a gas stove in your future? LOL!

[Fawnn]

I see that the new thread is up, but I haven't moved beyond your poem. Want to share some thoughts it triggered.

It made me think of:
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T.S. Eliot
"But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen..." <-- I've often said that that line was a prophetic one about the Internet. (Your poem triggered memories of other lines from that poem, but I just wanted to point that part out.) ;)

At the same time, it made me think of Gramma and Don Marchis' archy and, specifically, mehitabel:

I have had my ups and downs
but wotthehell wotthehell
yesterday sceptres and crowns
fried oysters and velvet gowns
...
but there is nothing I really regret
wotthehell wotthehell
there s a dance in the old dame yet....


I included old sarge and Radix on this post because the picture in post #281 made me think of:

Windy Nights
by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Child's Garden of Verses

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

(I've always loved the cadence of that poem!)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good night and sleep tight. God bless you good for your support of our military. And thank you for your service to our country.

[Fawnn]

Now I know why that maple tree I passed the other day told me to tell you "HI!"

[Brad’s Gramma]

Ha!

The trees talk to you too??????????

[Fawnn]

Yes, you did read about a book. :)

Well!? Aren't you going to share the details!? (Or are you still waiting for the contract to arrive? I'm always paranoid about announcing things before the signatures hit the dotted lines.) ;)

[Brad’s Gramma]

Well.....this chick is RE-tiring for the night. Sleep well everyone.

PRAY FOR AMERICA, ISRAEL AND THEIR TROOPS!!!

God bless you all!

[Kathy in Alaska]

Now I know why that maple tree I passed the other day told me to tell you "HI!"

And I was thinking that maybe it was algore! ROTFLMAO!! Is Saturday ok for package mailing?

[Fawnn]

I can no longer use gas. (Well, I could, but because I have a sensitivity to the additive they put in natural gas and propane so that it has an odor, IF I use a gas stove, I can only remain upright for a short cooking session. It makes me get REALLY REALLY dizzy! ... I won't go into the barfing that follows, because that would upset Gramma. Suffice it to say that that tends to put a damper on the cooking experience.) ;)

[Fawnn]

Dream your good dreams!