Damn. I have bug bites on my feet and ankles. I don’t want to say the “f” word, but that’s what they look and feel like. Hmph. I am absolutely sure now that the birth control pills are causing the…
Poem: Angels
Angels –Maurya Simon from Ghost Orchid Who are without mercy, Who confide in trumpet flowers, Who carry loose change in their pockets, Who dress in black velvet, Who wince and fidget like bats, Who balance their haloes on hatracks, Who…
The Spoon Theory
Go read The Spoon Theory. I don’t care if you have any kind of chronic illness or not – you know someone who does, and you need to read it. Thank you, redcub. Thank you very much!
Security, Posts and Time
How has your use of LJ—specifically of security settings on your posts—changed over time? If it has changed, anyway. I started out making mostly public posts, then went friends-only for a time. Some things were tightly-filtered—and, in fact, a couple…
Birthday Girl Tomorrow
Happy Birthday, twochicsinbham. Um, wait—it was D’s birthday recently. Is it A’s birthday now? Or is the “birthday” significant of something else? In any case, have a good one 🙂 Current Mood: 🙂happy
I Woke Up!
On time, even. That’s something of a miracle—and a good thing, as Katie has an 8:15 appointment in Marietta. Happy Monday! Current Mood: awake
I Can’t Believe I Read the Whole Thing!
I just finished skimming the 500+ friends’ page entries I’d missed in the last few days. Damn! I should have been finishing the enormous packet of forms I received in the mail yesterday. They were from the state Department of…
More Furniture
I have a jewelry/lingerie chest that is a piece of furniture. I don’t have a picture of it at the minute, but I think it’s a cherry finish. It’s about 3′ high and 1′ wide, with doors on each side…
Is It That Late?
I’ve added another cool blog feed to LJ: sepstatesuperst (Separation of Superstition and State). BTW—y’all do know that free users can subscribe to as many feeds as they like now, right? Paid users are the only ones who can create…
Sunday Poetry Fix
The Day You Were The Whole World By John Isbell As you worked in the garden, You expanded to become the entire planet. My breath stopped. You touched the earth around the crocuses From the other side of the world.…