I am back...I guess I have more stuff to say...or to post and always the pictures
This is a stunning video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DKDNV-6Dxk
Sunday, October 27, 2019
Monday, September 2, 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
There is never a dull moment. At six-thirty in the morning the bank calls to tell me my Visa has been compromised on line. It's a robot...it asks me to press two to cancel and when I do, India arrives in all his glory. He asks how he may help and I say you can't. I'm calling the bank. Which I do...and I'm on hold because there is an unusually high incidence...and of course it was a scam but I had to remember my mother's maiden name...
And then a friend who lives in Norway writes to ask if her cat's vomit is normal...
I definitely am up!
Monday, June 17, 2019
Monday, June 10, 2019
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Turning 80 should make one consider one's mortality.
Turning 80 should make one consider what is undone.
Turning 80 should make one want to go for walks
Turning 80 should cause one to propound on something...anything.
So far none of this has happened and I am reduced to stealing neat stuff from facebook.
Don't look back. You're not going that way anymore.
Turning 80 should make one consider what is undone.
Turning 80 should make one want to go for walks
Turning 80 should cause one to propound on something...anything.
So far none of this has happened and I am reduced to stealing neat stuff from facebook.
Don't look back. You're not going that way anymore.
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
Monday, June 3, 2019
I know that real photographers do not do this to their pictures...but I love playing...and the original was a bit out of focus anyway!
The word of the day...
bouche-trou
Personne, objet n'ayant pas d'autre utilité que de combler une place vide.
I used to be a bouche-trou for my mother's choir when everyone was away...I would put on a gown but I had to swear not to actually sing! There was good reason for that.
The word of the day...
bouche-trou
Personne, objet n'ayant pas d'autre utilité que de combler une place vide.
I used to be a bouche-trou for my mother's choir when everyone was away...I would put on a gown but I had to swear not to actually sing! There was good reason for that.
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