multi-generation madhouse includes pets and meals
gently touching, softest caress
like a whisper, or
a delicate spring breeze
passing across you, on
a warm sunlit day
my hands drift across the surface
of my love, more
than just a touch
emotion crossing tactile barriers
leaving nothing unshared
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I should have posted some writing on Friday, and a monochrome photo yesterday, but I didn’t. Instead I have spent approximately thirty-six hours trying to get our Super Poke Pet Club into the five star point range.
I didn’t do it by myself, thank goodness, I took my mother with me on this insane journey. Did we make it you ask, well, we think so but it will be a little while before all the calculations are done.
Why are did we do this, I don’t know for sure. I think it’s an illness, an addiction of immense porportions. It has this insidous way of taking over our time and keeping us trapped in the world of tiny giggling virtual pets.
I suppose there are things that I could be doing with my time, like looking for an anti aging product, or cleaning the house, or raking the damp leaves from the lawn. But none of them will giggle for me and give me coins to spend on cute little virtual items for my cute little virtual world.
Oh well, I’m off to search for a mono and a poem for the weekend, wish me luck.
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These are from the zoo last week on Tuesday. As we were leaving after the Komodo dragon feeding my daughter noticed that we could see the sun and the moon in the sky at the same time. We had fun taking pictures in the parking lot. I must admit that it’s fun spending the days with my daughter exploring the world, so much better than searching for how to treat acne or any of those other teen issues I know are coming some day.
The winnner of Alice Audrey’s novel Moving In is Bailey of The Reading Corner. Check your email for a message from me concerning your prize.
Thanks to everyone who entered and all those that just dropped by to show their support for Alice. Now I need to get back to my copy of Moving In…
Snowflakes flitting floating fleeting falling freely through the sky Snowflakes winding whirling winging wildly around the clouds Snowflakes drifting dropping delicately to the ground SNOWFLAKES!
January ‘96
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