I would hug you for oatmeal cookies.
I'll be fine. I'll be your bounty, Jubal Early. And I'll just fade away.
River ,'Objects In Space'
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.
Laura - Dec 17, 2017 3:58:08 am PST #19929 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
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)
Laura - Dec 17, 2017 10:59:59 am PST #19937 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
That is awesome, Beverly!
I keep failing at Christmas shopping, only finding things for myself.
Same. It is not one of my talents at all. What did you find good? The only ideas I have are for my one son. My sisters, brother, other son, and everyone else. No ideas. Need to get on it.
tagged #betterthanmeetingsanta
For real!
Jesse - Dec 17, 2017 11:00:41 am PST #19938 of 30002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I should really be reviewing my bought gifts, but instead I am assuming everything is more or less done, although I need something else for my mother.
PS, confidential to -t: the casserole carrier you got me for her last year (?) might be the best gift ever! She uses it all the time.