When Bone posts about Paul Krugman I will do a real post again.
I meant for this to be a vacation week. I learned more about heating coils and emergency heat than I ever wanted to know. One of the amphibians, (the other amphibian or TOA,) died. I named the other Clinton, in honor of _ _Clinton. Clinton, never Clint, seems to like being master of his domain. I’m living in fear that the biosphere was damaged and…..This is why I can’t have a dog. I can’t even take the death of TOA.
I have streaming netflick. When it actually streams it’s incredible. Pandora, where you make your own radio stations, is OK, just OK. However YouTube on TV–you might never hear from me again.
I hope I can still write. I fear that wisdom might come with aging (not mine) but words don’t. Then again…I’m starting to use a tape recorder and will buy one that can be plugged into the computer, maybe. I so hate the sound of my voice. It sounds like preppy whispering winds. Yuck.
This week is tax week. It’s the first time I’m going to attempt to do it on my own. The screaming you will hear…..I’m trying to be positive. As I’m trying to be positive, and say I can write this book because I have other books in me but this is the one I know I can sell and the one that needs to be written. Well I’m not sure I can sell it but….
I know ya’all tired of my complaining so….
My sister called the other night to tell me to watch this. We grew up to music from the civil rights era; it was the only music sung at our camp. Our parents didn’t like most music (don’t ask) but made sure we knew about Paul Robeson and Marion Robinson. I realize now our parents gave us an incredible gift. I can’t imagine not having grown up in a family where equal rights for everyone wasn’t a given.
Enjoy that southern snow–it’ll be gone tomorrow!
Wisdom might come with age, but words don’t… that’s good!
There were actually some remnants yesterday
WIsdom is the enemy of words. Nice to finally see your place. Looks nice.
I have a house blog. But I haven’t updated recently. Just another blog of the millions littering the blogosphere
When Bone posts about Paul Krugman I will do a real post again.
Oh, the pressure!
We had maybe half an inch here when I got out to go to work this morning. It was gone by lunch.
Let the screaming commence…
Today? You had snow today? Wow
You should feel the pressure. I couldn’t begin to imagine the post though I suspect that you would do it wonderfully. Not that I would want you to