Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
On Saturday afternoon I got into bed fully dressed and fell asleep listening to Radio National. I awoke hearing the last few bars of Purcell: funereal, melancholy, enormously sad; I thought I'd died, really.
Robbert, you should be more careful. I'd think I was dead too if I woke up in bed with all my clothes on. Keep a hatpin beside the bed and stab yourself if you feel like that again. Blogdom can't afford to lose commenters.
River, you must visit that website. I wandered around it for ages and you can just save the image to your pictures, they still move and sparkle. I think it's going to be my quiet space.
Gorgeous image :D I made one similiar years ago, except it was a photo of a male in a waterfall LOL caused all sorts of horrified angst as it looked like he was naked *grin*
Went to look at a house today actually. In the rain with a 100 others and a cranky resident refusing entry LOL Ended up going in 1 at.a.time. Only problem, house is Number 13 hahahahaha
Just visiting on a borrowed dongle here Witchy to wish you a belated 75th birthday. I'm sure you managed to find somebody with enough wind to help you blow all those candles out.
Fleetwood, dearest ditchdigger, you've surfaced. I hope it was nothing I said while you were missing. I didn't have candles, you the only blowhard with enough blow to extinguish 75 of them. I have so missed insulting you. I can't insult the poet, he is much too sensitive.
Antikva, never mind the 13, was it nice inside and away from the cemetary? A male under a waterfall with no clothes sounds perfectly fine to me.
On Saturday afternoon I got into bed fully dressed and fell asleep listening to Radio National. I awoke hearing the last few bars of Purcell: funereal, melancholy, enormously sad; I thought I'd died, really.
ReplyDeleteI love this image. Unicorns and mermaids and water. Add a rainbow and it's perfect.
ReplyDeleteRobbert, you should be more careful. I'd think I was dead too if I woke up in bed with all my clothes on. Keep a hatpin beside the bed and stab yourself if you feel like that again. Blogdom can't afford to lose commenters.
ReplyDeleteRiver, you must visit that website. I wandered around it for ages and you can just save the image to your pictures, they still move and sparkle. I think it's going to be my quiet space.
Gorgeous image :D I made one similiar years ago, except it was a photo of a male in a waterfall LOL caused all sorts of horrified angst as it looked like he was naked *grin*
ReplyDeleteWent to look at a house today actually. In the rain with a 100 others and a cranky resident refusing entry LOL Ended up going in 1 at.a.time. Only problem, house is Number 13 hahahahaha
oh, and I would hug you, but we'd both die ROFL so I send you tiny thank you pats instead ;-)
ReplyDeleteJust visiting on a borrowed dongle here Witchy to wish you a belated 75th birthday. I'm sure you managed to find somebody with enough wind to help you blow all those candles out.
ReplyDeleteA poet is never fanciful. There are no dreams; it's all true.
ReplyDelete-Robert.
Robbert, my dreams are turning into nightmares.
ReplyDeleteFleetwood, dearest ditchdigger, you've surfaced. I hope it was nothing I said while you were missing. I didn't have candles, you the only blowhard with enough blow to extinguish 75 of them. I have so missed insulting you.
I can't insult the poet, he is much too sensitive.
Antikva, never mind the 13, was it nice inside and away from the cemetary?
A male under a waterfall with no clothes sounds perfectly fine to me.
"...you the only blowhard with enough blow to extinguish 75..."
ReplyDeleteI hope you're not insinuating that I'm a big puff or something, Witchy.
Dribbling Druids, I thought John was joking when he said you were sensitive. Is it better if I say you have large lungs? (there is an 'n' in there)
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