Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
edit again
and of course, add the bacon. it's fittin to omit that direction since i forgot to add it last night till the last half dozen bites.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
the best salad i've ever had
is the one i'm having right now.
but first, let me say this. i should have said "d(ia)na" in the previous post. so much for editing, or not.
the roasted onion smell. okay, here's the story. recipe to follow.
i was home, waiting for my friend to show up. linda is going to have me host a jewelry show. she brought me a TWENTY POUND bag of vidalias, for her husband, another david. (he sells them annually for his civic club.)
she left a bag and a forgettable, butter-laden collection of recipes.
it was dinnertime, and i'd been considering the options. chinese takeout. the bar at fmg alone. bistro. no. no. no.
the onions. looking good. not so, the collection.
but
i have epicurious.com.
oh and let me just say: i had to water the garden this morning, and to my utter delight, i had a cherry tomato for breakfast. and there were more!
so here's the dish:
(this is not exactly the one i found, but it's close)
the title got my attention: VIDALIA ONION, CHERRY TOMATO AND BACON SALAD.
i roasted two peeled, sliced onions doused with olive oil in a 425 oven (which needs to be replaced!!!!).
during this time, i reread the recipe, cooked two slices of bacon, washed the interior of approximately 1/6th of the refridgerator because it was awful, and i do that sort of thing, interrupt myself.
then i went to the herbs, greeting a complacent Scout. i think she is still stunned from the rescue after ten days of abandonment.
i pinched the flowers off of those plants that needed to be curtailed.
brought some basil inside. more than i needed, so i put some of it in water on the windowsill to sprout and make new basil plants. i DIGRESS, no?
i consult the internet yet again.
oh the bacon needs attention. and i need to mince some garlic, mash (maish?) it with some salt, add olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
quarter the cherry tomatoes, toss them with the now-roasted and sufficiently cooled onion and chiffonaded basil leaves and that DAMN SCRAIT vinagrette.
totally the best.
but first, let me say this. i should have said "d(ia)na" in the previous post. so much for editing, or not.
the roasted onion smell. okay, here's the story. recipe to follow.
i was home, waiting for my friend to show up. linda is going to have me host a jewelry show. she brought me a TWENTY POUND bag of vidalias, for her husband, another david. (he sells them annually for his civic club.)
she left a bag and a forgettable, butter-laden collection of recipes.
it was dinnertime, and i'd been considering the options. chinese takeout. the bar at fmg alone. bistro. no. no. no.
the onions. looking good. not so, the collection.
but
i have epicurious.com.
oh and let me just say: i had to water the garden this morning, and to my utter delight, i had a cherry tomato for breakfast. and there were more!
so here's the dish:
(this is not exactly the one i found, but it's close)
the title got my attention: VIDALIA ONION, CHERRY TOMATO AND BACON SALAD.
i roasted two peeled, sliced onions doused with olive oil in a 425 oven (which needs to be replaced!!!!).
during this time, i reread the recipe, cooked two slices of bacon, washed the interior of approximately 1/6th of the refridgerator because it was awful, and i do that sort of thing, interrupt myself.
then i went to the herbs, greeting a complacent Scout. i think she is still stunned from the rescue after ten days of abandonment.
i pinched the flowers off of those plants that needed to be curtailed.
brought some basil inside. more than i needed, so i put some of it in water on the windowsill to sprout and make new basil plants. i DIGRESS, no?
i consult the internet yet again.
oh the bacon needs attention. and i need to mince some garlic, mash (maish?) it with some salt, add olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
quarter the cherry tomatoes, toss them with the now-roasted and sufficiently cooled onion and chiffonaded basil leaves and that DAMN SCRAIT vinagrette.
totally the best.
aaaaahhhhhh
so sweet to be back home.
i don't remember feeling so relaxed at bransford. cozy. that couldn't be correct; this is such a bigger space on a frigging highway next to bransford.
di and i managed to wheel into the driveway at the unheard-of, unspeakable, unbelievable and uncordial wee hour of 3ish. we happily unloaded the volv and turned off the burglar alarm. diana, in a hurry to visit one of the smallest spaces in the house, was astonished when i mentioned watering the plants, but it's true; the peace lily was sad indeed, lamenting our absence.
she said, "it's weird, the house smells like bransford!" ah, another reminder of my dna. acute sense of smell.
so we washed our teeth and our faces, and went into our rooms: a departure from the beginning of our trip, when she stayed here two nights before we left and slept with me both times. her parting words: "i don't think you'll need to get me up."
we both read in bed to cool down. i didn't last long, about two page of carson mcculler was all i could fathom before the words swam.
the bed is so perfect. i was out in less than 90 seconds, i reckon.
next thing i knew, i was aware the sun had risen but could care less. i was too far in the depth of cool jello-like rem to even consider weighing the choices of pulling myself up or relaxing into dreams.
then, the phone ring was the lasso. took two rings to figure out what it was. three rings to handle the machine.
she sounded sorry. i told her i would call later.
i am vaguely surprised i am here, blogging. the roasted vidalia onion smell should be having me ditch this confounded lapwarmer.
okay. done. ditched.
i don't remember feeling so relaxed at bransford. cozy. that couldn't be correct; this is such a bigger space on a frigging highway next to bransford.
di and i managed to wheel into the driveway at the unheard-of, unspeakable, unbelievable and uncordial wee hour of 3ish. we happily unloaded the volv and turned off the burglar alarm. diana, in a hurry to visit one of the smallest spaces in the house, was astonished when i mentioned watering the plants, but it's true; the peace lily was sad indeed, lamenting our absence.
she said, "it's weird, the house smells like bransford!" ah, another reminder of my dna. acute sense of smell.
so we washed our teeth and our faces, and went into our rooms: a departure from the beginning of our trip, when she stayed here two nights before we left and slept with me both times. her parting words: "i don't think you'll need to get me up."
we both read in bed to cool down. i didn't last long, about two page of carson mcculler was all i could fathom before the words swam.
the bed is so perfect. i was out in less than 90 seconds, i reckon.
next thing i knew, i was aware the sun had risen but could care less. i was too far in the depth of cool jello-like rem to even consider weighing the choices of pulling myself up or relaxing into dreams.
then, the phone ring was the lasso. took two rings to figure out what it was. three rings to handle the machine.
she sounded sorry. i told her i would call later.
i am vaguely surprised i am here, blogging. the roasted vidalia onion smell should be having me ditch this confounded lapwarmer.
okay. done. ditched.
Monday, May 28, 2007
engrossed online in the skyharbor
diana was perusing mauri's myspace and so i pulled out my laptop. we're beginning to board - we had a great time and will be glad to get home too. but that won't be for eight hours or so. if we're lucky. lets see: it's quarter to six in augusta now. we are supposed to get into charlotte at 11:42 pm. two hours to drive. yep, that's more like eight and a half.
reentry to work will be interesting. i haven't heard much from elizabeth and daniel. mostly a chat or two. we'll see them pretty soon.
reentry to work will be interesting. i haven't heard much from elizabeth and daniel. mostly a chat or two. we'll see them pretty soon.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
mex
david's fixing breakfast. diana's reading something on her laptop, wond'ring aloud about the implications of "lost."
i walked to tim and cyndy's place as low tide was coming back in, a couple of hours ago. i can't imagine what living here would be like.
still. when the plastic demon gyre in the north pacific has annihilated life as we now experience it, this sonoran life could be blessed. diana and i have been discussing how we can do without plastic. the keys i'm typing on could be tramsmitting cancer and preventing the long walk from burning calories in the brilliant design of this decidedly unbrilliant human body.
i'm sick of plastic. as it were. i'm paying attention now.
i walked to tim and cyndy's place as low tide was coming back in, a couple of hours ago. i can't imagine what living here would be like.
still. when the plastic demon gyre in the north pacific has annihilated life as we now experience it, this sonoran life could be blessed. diana and i have been discussing how we can do without plastic. the keys i'm typing on could be tramsmitting cancer and preventing the long walk from burning calories in the brilliant design of this decidedly unbrilliant human body.
i'm sick of plastic. as it were. i'm paying attention now.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Amazing Achievement by Wireless Dummy(ies)
dummy being me
dummies being me and drp.
this morning, i pulled out my trusty laptop that made it through charlotte, chicago, phoenix and to tucson with ease in my new shoulder bag that's just the right size for books, magazines, iPod, laptop and associated hardware for recharging my various coreless devices.
dv and i woke up after 5 am and by 7 i was trying to get connected, a standard problem for me as i travel. therefore, something i should conquer.
more later. i hear lynn and dad going back and forth on things needed to be done for the upcoming shower, and i am lazily spread across the bed typing.
dummies being me and drp.
this morning, i pulled out my trusty laptop that made it through charlotte, chicago, phoenix and to tucson with ease in my new shoulder bag that's just the right size for books, magazines, iPod, laptop and associated hardware for recharging my various coreless devices.
dv and i woke up after 5 am and by 7 i was trying to get connected, a standard problem for me as i travel. therefore, something i should conquer.
more later. i hear lynn and dad going back and forth on things needed to be done for the upcoming shower, and i am lazily spread across the bed typing.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
crunchy little thingies in my hair
alone at home, i begin to learn the vernacular. tv shows that people watch.
today i read in my business daily, the wsj, in the personal section, about a woman whose songs are used in the last part of grey's anatomy.
never having seen it, at least i don't think i have, i noticed it was coming on tonight.
i don't even know which local show is abc. what a goob. but as several of us rotary soldiers (all women) attached labels into 483 books for each student at glenn hills elementary school, around my dining room table (sipping basil lemonade wine coolers thank you very much), i heard it was channel 2. tonight at 9.
so i'm tuned into ugly betty before grey's.
but, as i am want!, i digress.
when the ladies left, before 7, jamie came over and he and diana went to vallarta on washington road, inviting me. so after i loaded the wine glasses and chip and dip mess into the dw, i joined them.
to come home at predusk. so i did some yard work.
i know.
it's not the time.
but when is?
so anyway, after i donned gloves and ripped out creeping cherokee rose vines that were encroaching on the front stoop, and tried to tame the wild vines that tried to block entry into the house, i sawed carolina cherries that were rising above the fray in the hedge in the front of the house.
hence the crunchies, hairwise.
tomorrow i'll be packing.
today, i'm viewing grey's.
au revoir.
et
a bientot aussi.
today i read in my business daily, the wsj, in the personal section, about a woman whose songs are used in the last part of grey's anatomy.
never having seen it, at least i don't think i have, i noticed it was coming on tonight.
i don't even know which local show is abc. what a goob. but as several of us rotary soldiers (all women) attached labels into 483 books for each student at glenn hills elementary school, around my dining room table (sipping basil lemonade wine coolers thank you very much), i heard it was channel 2. tonight at 9.
so i'm tuned into ugly betty before grey's.
but, as i am want!, i digress.
when the ladies left, before 7, jamie came over and he and diana went to vallarta on washington road, inviting me. so after i loaded the wine glasses and chip and dip mess into the dw, i joined them.
to come home at predusk. so i did some yard work.
i know.
it's not the time.
but when is?
so anyway, after i donned gloves and ripped out creeping cherokee rose vines that were encroaching on the front stoop, and tried to tame the wild vines that tried to block entry into the house, i sawed carolina cherries that were rising above the fray in the hedge in the front of the house.
hence the crunchies, hairwise.
tomorrow i'll be packing.
today, i'm viewing grey's.
au revoir.
et
a bientot aussi.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
from world ministry to dancing with the stars
life is interesting, n'est-ce pas?
i swear, i didn't plan it. but as life happens, i was asked to join our church's community and life ministries committee.
and the next meeting was in 2 hours.
so i checked my y attempt and went. but not easily. no. work was busy. and so i forgot about my car to pick up at four. at 5:30, searching for keys, where are they??? and then it hits me. dazzling car care.
except he asked me to p/u at 4. and it's so darned LATE. so much for the y. i'm not even walking to the church. i'm walking to the dazzle, calling my backup on the cell (mom, i might need you to pick me up, pls look up Dazzling in the phone book).
but i digress. because i am watching Dancing With the Stars. only because lissa said it was her secret pleasure. and i see why! she was the cocaptain of drill team! I COULD DO THAT. or something.
but now. i find out at cwm (community and world ministries) that the vestry has (and this is prolly on the suggestion of the chaplain)(no, let's say surely...) decided to do something extraordinary.
ditch the diocese.
well, not ditch. back off. recede.
but they are CUTTING THE RUG on this show. i mean.
jump jive? is that the phrase? man the are kickin.
so the vestry is going to spend MORE money on our own projects.
inerestin.
providential that i am asked to join. really. god is good. it could be a trick. but it's all a trick.
motherf@#$er. as diana would tell.
i swear, i didn't plan it. but as life happens, i was asked to join our church's community and life ministries committee.
and the next meeting was in 2 hours.
so i checked my y attempt and went. but not easily. no. work was busy. and so i forgot about my car to pick up at four. at 5:30, searching for keys, where are they??? and then it hits me. dazzling car care.
except he asked me to p/u at 4. and it's so darned LATE. so much for the y. i'm not even walking to the church. i'm walking to the dazzle, calling my backup on the cell (mom, i might need you to pick me up, pls look up Dazzling in the phone book).
but i digress. because i am watching Dancing With the Stars. only because lissa said it was her secret pleasure. and i see why! she was the cocaptain of drill team! I COULD DO THAT. or something.
but now. i find out at cwm (community and world ministries) that the vestry has (and this is prolly on the suggestion of the chaplain)(no, let's say surely...) decided to do something extraordinary.
ditch the diocese.
well, not ditch. back off. recede.
but they are CUTTING THE RUG on this show. i mean.
jump jive? is that the phrase? man the are kickin.
so the vestry is going to spend MORE money on our own projects.
inerestin.
providential that i am asked to join. really. god is good. it could be a trick. but it's all a trick.
motherf@#$er. as diana would tell.
Monday, May 14, 2007
team
sunday on our way into church, diana and i encountered lynn prather, to whom we conversed for several good moments.
then came the nesbit family, doug first, who side-approached the unknowing diana.
he and amy asked if elizabeth was still in africa, and what's she doing again?
i told him i needed to tell him about the teams that mtw uses. i want to use her blog from today. elizabeth, you can paint the picture of need. daniel, you can film it and explain the chasm.
carefully. without, as chamberlain says in the wall street journal about characature,
then came the nesbit family, doug first, who side-approached the unknowing diana.
he and amy asked if elizabeth was still in africa, and what's she doing again?
i told him i needed to tell him about the teams that mtw uses. i want to use her blog from today. elizabeth, you can paint the picture of need. daniel, you can film it and explain the chasm.
carefully. without, as chamberlain says in the wall street journal about characature,
Friday, May 11, 2007
however
that is not to say that i have nothing to say.
i watched an interesting movie last night. little children. it was somewhat sophomoric.
uncomfortable.
but i remember the pervert and his relationship with his mother. and himself. i deem, now, that to be the crux of the biscuit of a movie. the pervert.
okay. no duh. the movie started with him and ended with him. the characters in between were variations of interpretations of perversion.
so i found it interesting.
(i was at first uneasy, then irritated, but eventually - over 24 hours - begrudgingly je ne sais quo)
now, for jeopardy on friday night, at usc, for what seems to amount to College Bowl Championship.
categories: picture american, college eduation, written by, incredible edibles, on broadway, and...
i watched an interesting movie last night. little children. it was somewhat sophomoric.
uncomfortable.
but i remember the pervert and his relationship with his mother. and himself. i deem, now, that to be the crux of the biscuit of a movie. the pervert.
okay. no duh. the movie started with him and ended with him. the characters in between were variations of interpretations of perversion.
so i found it interesting.
(i was at first uneasy, then irritated, but eventually - over 24 hours - begrudgingly je ne sais quo)
now, for jeopardy on friday night, at usc, for what seems to amount to College Bowl Championship.
categories: picture american, college eduation, written by, incredible edibles, on broadway, and...
Thursday, May 10, 2007
the blog jig is up
i see how it is.
you don't blog now.
you'd think i'd stop checking to see if there is a post on danandbets or youarethenewme. but no. like a moth to a porch light, i look, only to realize that there is no one there, and the white hot light is not good for me at all.
well, that's a tad dramatic. silly. still, two, no, three can play at THAT game.
i'll just shut you out, i will. i won't turn on the porch light, i won't.
oh yes, i can hear the plaintiff wails. "Mooooom! There's so little time..." "....it's too much work when the dial up is not even reliable, and the power out several times a time for long stretches..." "....exams....."
oh no. i won't be caught in that dangerous porch light of excuse.
not me. nope. you'll not hear from me.
phooey.
you don't blog now.
you'd think i'd stop checking to see if there is a post on danandbets or youarethenewme. but no. like a moth to a porch light, i look, only to realize that there is no one there, and the white hot light is not good for me at all.
well, that's a tad dramatic. silly. still, two, no, three can play at THAT game.
i'll just shut you out, i will. i won't turn on the porch light, i won't.
oh yes, i can hear the plaintiff wails. "Mooooom! There's so little time..." "....it's too much work when the dial up is not even reliable, and the power out several times a time for long stretches..." "....exams....."
oh no. i won't be caught in that dangerous porch light of excuse.
not me. nope. you'll not hear from me.
phooey.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
and i still haven't found what i'm looking for
oh wait! i did find it!
i've been browsing target and tuesday morning and such for a cappuccino brewer, or at least espresso and i'll do my own damned milk. they are either too big or too expensive or too flimsy.
then i looked through the crate and barrel catalog.
oh la la. it's italian. it cooks the coffee and the milk at the same time on the stove, two cups at a time, on the stove. it's called bialetti cappuchino maker. i'd furnish a link but i'm too stupid to do that.
do you think it's a good thing? i'll order it if i get some concensus.
please advise.
i've been browsing target and tuesday morning and such for a cappuccino brewer, or at least espresso and i'll do my own damned milk. they are either too big or too expensive or too flimsy.
then i looked through the crate and barrel catalog.
oh la la. it's italian. it cooks the coffee and the milk at the same time on the stove, two cups at a time, on the stove. it's called bialetti cappuchino maker. i'd furnish a link but i'm too stupid to do that.
do you think it's a good thing? i'll order it if i get some concensus.
please advise.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
it's seven o'clock and i wanna rock
i'm waiting the few minutes till 7:15 to meet linda and david at calvert's.
went to derby day in the de rigeur fairy skirt we got in athens years ago, when e got one and i got one. every time i wear it, and today no exception, someone comes up to me and wants to know where i bought it, it's beautiful.
this time it was someone whose name begins with b who knows david. she's a designer at weinbergers.
i picked the winner! street sense! i asked choppy and jackie and betty to claim for us if we won. i put david and sandy vantrease on the top of the bet.
also silent auction bet on some things, and bought wheelbarrow liquor raffles. saw tons of people.
i hope we made some money this year. there were lots of people but not as many as there had been.
i had thought to go to athens, to diana's going away party, but fortunately called her and it will likely be over by the time i get there, and since i'm coming on monday i'm just not doin it. linda and david said to call if i don't go and i can meet them for dinner so voila!
au revoir
went to derby day in the de rigeur fairy skirt we got in athens years ago, when e got one and i got one. every time i wear it, and today no exception, someone comes up to me and wants to know where i bought it, it's beautiful.
this time it was someone whose name begins with b who knows david. she's a designer at weinbergers.
i picked the winner! street sense! i asked choppy and jackie and betty to claim for us if we won. i put david and sandy vantrease on the top of the bet.
also silent auction bet on some things, and bought wheelbarrow liquor raffles. saw tons of people.
i hope we made some money this year. there were lots of people but not as many as there had been.
i had thought to go to athens, to diana's going away party, but fortunately called her and it will likely be over by the time i get there, and since i'm coming on monday i'm just not doin it. linda and david said to call if i don't go and i can meet them for dinner so voila!
au revoir
Friday, May 04, 2007
oh happy day
when jesus walked
he wiped my tears away
oh happy day
oh happy day...
i left the office after seven.
yes, it's first friday and i closed it down. the second to last person was charlie, and he stopped to ask why i was there. when i explained, he agreed that i would be there tomorrow and maybe sunday also.
had a lot to do at work.
so.
i met mary and tim at while elephant and tried to call david neches but i have an incorrect cell number. so
there is a happy day ending to this story. but you know me, don't you?
i'm going the slow, circuitous route.
whist nibbling a kashi honey almond flax "tasty little chewy" and drinking a glass of lugano san benedetto italian white wine.
so please. i must continue.
no no i must tell you what's so lovely! right now!
after going to white elephant for a glass of wine, and then to veritas in case that's where karin and david are (they weren't, but we had a snack and another glass) IN THE MINI (do you know that tim doesn't fit? he does with the sunroof open tho)....we snail-fashion wended our way down broad street and i dropped them at the commons for the james brown birthday party concert and came home. ready to watch some netflix "little children."
oh wait, better check the mail.
OH HAPPY DAY!!!!!!!!!
so........should i open now or wait till tomorrow? tomorrow when I'll be hauling ass to the y, then to the setup deal that was invited to via email from chas marks at five pm today, then rushing to an 11:30 am appt with karen to see the house for cleaning purposes, then to the office, then to derby day?
i think i'd better open now.
pause....whist opening....
lessee...
okay.
it's blue and what's this? it's not closed?
it's got a little blue ribbon peaking out. the back of the envelope says "papyrus." (happens to be egyptian writing surface, and as a youngster in 4th grade i was enamoured of egyptian things)
awww. it's a big, bejeweled balloon help by a woman in a skirt. maybe a huge floral arrangement.
(damn. there's no cash.) hahahahahahaha
i love it. it's a mother's day car and a love letter. that's better than cash.
sorta. ;) jk i love you dv.
xxoo
--
sandy
he wiped my tears away
oh happy day
oh happy day...
i left the office after seven.
yes, it's first friday and i closed it down. the second to last person was charlie, and he stopped to ask why i was there. when i explained, he agreed that i would be there tomorrow and maybe sunday also.
had a lot to do at work.
so.
i met mary and tim at while elephant and tried to call david neches but i have an incorrect cell number. so
there is a happy day ending to this story. but you know me, don't you?
i'm going the slow, circuitous route.
whist nibbling a kashi honey almond flax "tasty little chewy" and drinking a glass of lugano san benedetto italian white wine.
so please. i must continue.
no no i must tell you what's so lovely! right now!
after going to white elephant for a glass of wine, and then to veritas in case that's where karin and david are (they weren't, but we had a snack and another glass) IN THE MINI (do you know that tim doesn't fit? he does with the sunroof open tho)....we snail-fashion wended our way down broad street and i dropped them at the commons for the james brown birthday party concert and came home. ready to watch some netflix "little children."
oh wait, better check the mail.
OH HAPPY DAY!!!!!!!!!
so........should i open now or wait till tomorrow? tomorrow when I'll be hauling ass to the y, then to the setup deal that was invited to via email from chas marks at five pm today, then rushing to an 11:30 am appt with karen to see the house for cleaning purposes, then to the office, then to derby day?
i think i'd better open now.
pause....whist opening....
lessee...
okay.
it's blue and what's this? it's not closed?
it's got a little blue ribbon peaking out. the back of the envelope says "papyrus." (happens to be egyptian writing surface, and as a youngster in 4th grade i was enamoured of egyptian things)
awww. it's a big, bejeweled balloon help by a woman in a skirt. maybe a huge floral arrangement.
(damn. there's no cash.) hahahahahahaha
i love it. it's a mother's day car and a love letter. that's better than cash.
sorta. ;) jk i love you dv.
xxoo
--
sandy
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
porch twilight
it's just before dark, light enough to see clearly enough across the street at the yellow house porch but gittin dark soon.
i have friends. we had dinner at takosushi. i have a husband. he is nise. and he is not here. but it is his porch i sit and look at the light blue sky with some pink in it with dark green treens framing the pieces of sky i can see.
there is noise in the yard that sounds like either bird wings or a closer bug. past that sound is the traffic going across on walton way.
i used to be that traffic. for over ten years i passed hurriedly, on my way to baby bransford.
now i slowly amble down walton way when i turn right on highland, awaiting my driveway in a meaningful and cautious fashion. as i am want to do.
i have friends. we had dinner at takosushi. i have a husband. he is nise. and he is not here. but it is his porch i sit and look at the light blue sky with some pink in it with dark green treens framing the pieces of sky i can see.
there is noise in the yard that sounds like either bird wings or a closer bug. past that sound is the traffic going across on walton way.
i used to be that traffic. for over ten years i passed hurriedly, on my way to baby bransford.
now i slowly amble down walton way when i turn right on highland, awaiting my driveway in a meaningful and cautious fashion. as i am want to do.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
new testament
i just reread chapter 31 and hebrews.
am rereading chapter 32 and james, peter 1 and 2, and jude. hey jude. can't help myself. don't be afraid.
yes, indeed.
david had a car accident yesterday in mexico when a mexican hit him as the mexican tried to pass him while he was turning left.
ay, caramba! don't be afraid, you say?
yeah, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i shall fear no evil. for thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me, and they give me peace.
these are good words, comfort and strength and unaloneness.
ishi.
am rereading chapter 32 and james, peter 1 and 2, and jude. hey jude. can't help myself. don't be afraid.
yes, indeed.
david had a car accident yesterday in mexico when a mexican hit him as the mexican tried to pass him while he was turning left.
ay, caramba! don't be afraid, you say?
yeah, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i shall fear no evil. for thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me, and they give me peace.
these are good words, comfort and strength and unaloneness.
ishi.
whew
dear hedda, dear hedda, you have no complaints
you are what you are and you ain't what you ain't
so listen up buster, and listen up good
stop wishing for bad luck
and knockin on wood
signed
dear abby
now don't ask me WHY that john prine song came to mind because i know you're not wishing for bad luck or knocking on wood.
well i spose i do know. the client who came in when we were on the phone came in for financial advice and ended up spilling her guts about personal things.
i just dunno sometimes. whatchagonnado.
tomorrow i'm meeting karin and mary and prolly laurie and maybe others at bistro so i need to finish reading efm tonight.
i was starved when i got home so i had three cold boiled shrimp and a dozen or so crab fingers (the little bitty pieces of crab) and a little cottage cheese with some apple and a few pistachios. that's some damned fine stuff.
no i didn't call the flower lady yet but will in the a.m. or p.m. really. maybe i'll call diana to do it. i have a dental appt at 8 am and a meeting from 8:30 till 1 and another at 2.
but i'll manage to call.
you are what you are and you ain't what you ain't
so listen up buster, and listen up good
stop wishing for bad luck
and knockin on wood
signed
dear abby
now don't ask me WHY that john prine song came to mind because i know you're not wishing for bad luck or knocking on wood.
well i spose i do know. the client who came in when we were on the phone came in for financial advice and ended up spilling her guts about personal things.
i just dunno sometimes. whatchagonnado.
tomorrow i'm meeting karin and mary and prolly laurie and maybe others at bistro so i need to finish reading efm tonight.
i was starved when i got home so i had three cold boiled shrimp and a dozen or so crab fingers (the little bitty pieces of crab) and a little cottage cheese with some apple and a few pistachios. that's some damned fine stuff.
no i didn't call the flower lady yet but will in the a.m. or p.m. really. maybe i'll call diana to do it. i have a dental appt at 8 am and a meeting from 8:30 till 1 and another at 2.
but i'll manage to call.
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