The shoe has not turned up. It probably fell off as I was putting him in the car. We stopped by the synagogue(where the nursery school/daycare is) this afternoon, but there wasn't anyone around. We'll try on Monday to see if anyone turned it in.
Sunnydale's got too many demons and not enough retail outlets.
Glory ,'Potential'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sheryl - Dec 16, 2017 3:49:11 pm PST #19927 of 30002
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
sarameg - Dec 16, 2017 6:14:55 pm PST #19928 of 30002
One of the guards not here last winter hugged me when I brought cookies to their inservice. And the new director stopped me to ask for the oatmeal cookie recipe for the cookies I took in earlier.
I'm continuing to build my rep.
Laura - Dec 17, 2017 3:58:08 am PST #19929 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
I would hug you for oatmeal cookies.
sarameg - Dec 17, 2017 5:45:03 am PST #19930 of 30002
My car is littered with shredded dove feathers; I now know what that hawk did when it flew from the tree in the alley.
Laura - Dec 17, 2017 6:17:43 am PST #19931 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
!! Ick, sarameg.
I am on my way to a luncheon date with one of my major former customers. People we really like and seem to want to collaborate again. ~~ma would be cool.
Beverly - Dec 17, 2017 9:24:39 am PST #19932 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
This was my "party piece" when I moved in poetry circles, a thing I could more or less quote on demand because of the limerick-y rhyme of it.
For Connie:
that one shoe at the side of the road...
That Which Runs the Night Roads
By morning's light, where high roads cross
beneath the signpost standard,
a relic of fear and wonder lies
again, lost, strayed, abandoned.
The reluctant eye of each passerby
is drawn, they see and shudder
then each as quickly looks away
lest that fate befall the observer.
What sort of creature can this be
that preys on hapless travelers?
What stealth, what swift and silent guile,
what strength, to seize such plunder
and take a man with no outcry,
no blot or stain as evidence,
leave only the mute, sad, single shoe
to prove the traveler's existence?
Where bides the beast by light of day
never glimpsed, nor heard, nor scented?
What otherworld hides it from men's eyes
while it waits for dark, unrepented?
Into what realm is the wayfarer snatched
unawares, in what dark abroad,
with naught but the clothes he stands in
bootless and half-shod?
Sheryl - Dec 17, 2017 9:51:20 am PST #19933 of 30002
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Back from grocery shopping, and Mr. S has been put down for a nap. Whether he'll actually sleep is anyone's guess.
Connie Neil - Dec 17, 2017 10:19:33 am PST #19934 of 30002
brillig
Oh, that's wonderful!
msbelle - Dec 17, 2017 10:22:32 am PST #19935 of 30002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I keep failing at Christmas shopping, only finding things for myself.
flea - Dec 17, 2017 10:49:36 am PST #19936 of 30002
information libertarian
A college friend of mine ran into Lin-Manuel Miranda someplace in NYC and posted a picture of Lin hugging his kid on Facebook. It is priceless. (tagged #betterthanmeetingsanta)