Well, for the one or two readers perhaps wondering why nothing is here lately, my life has been otherwise occupied and this forum hasn't been the appropriate place for my musings. I'll resume when my attentions can go elsewhere.
It's been about as cold as it gets here. Yesterday I lifted an octagonal pane of clear ice from the birdbath. looked through the crisp blur of it at the house across the street. The cat sniffs the gap in the door I've opened so she can go out, and she backs up, turns around. Me, too. Me, too.
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There seems to be a general mood of hiberblogging. I propose an official blogsphere shutdown until after groundhog day.
Probably not a bad idea. We can all report on whether we saw our shadows. You could knit a groundhog for all of us.
Probably not a bad idea. We can all report on whether we saw our shadows. You could knit a groundhog for all of us.
Well knit me a groundhog.
So it's after groundhog day!
The sun is beaming like a big quart of cold beer on a hot Georgia afternoon.
And I just went to a friend's blog and she posted a poem we should all be singing: "not another sad black girl song"
(http://photofromhome.blogspot.com/)
Enough hiberation--break out the sunshine.
No time to blog... knitting groundhog...
I saw somebody knitting in Manhattan.I peaked out, and my shadow was long. Something soon, roadtrippish, lyrical.
And I peeked out, too.
Your cat is whorish.
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