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Granny Smith: Fuzzy Memory
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Sunday, May 5, 2013. WHY I WAS NOT A CONTESTANT. My mind has a million niches for. Odd bits of soteric lore. It's not the storage that I lack. But just means to fish them back! Ah the perils of storing a lifetime of treasures :-). May 5, 2013 at 11:47 AM. I suffer from this same malady, and it frustrates me to no end. I know all those bits of information are stored somewhere amidst the dust and cobwebs of my mind, but I have lost the keys to the retrieval system! May 5, 2013 at 8:13 PM. Know it well ;).
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Granny Smith: March 2012
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Sunday, March 4, 2012. Well, my problem was search! My search was for a way to post on Sunday Scribblings. Was that, when I went to post, I found that my posting site was clogged with old postings and would not take new ones. Fortunately son Otto, computer expert conquered the problem for me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Almost all photos in the body of this blog can be enlarged by clicking on the picture. Maukie - the virtual cat 6. Links to my Chain. Grow Wings (Laini Taylor). ABC Wednesday Round 8.
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Granny Smith
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Sunday, March 31, 2013. The Sunday Scribblings prompt is "SEASONED". This was written this last week on Mad Kane's Limerick-Off. Spring flutters in, fabulous flirt. And flicks the last snow from her skirt. Now freed from storms' prison,. Our garden hopes risen,. We neighbors are sharing the dirt. Love the vibrant twist of the last line. And still adore your writings. March 31, 2016 at 4:59 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Maukie - the virtual cat 6. Links to my Chain. Grow Wings (Laini Taylor).
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Granny Smith: June 2012
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Saturday, June 23, 2012. Seacoast anchors the dawn-illumined mist,. And in its heart the ltttle birds that trill. Are crackle of the waves, docile and still. At water's edge, not seen and only guessed. Green in the distance on the gilded slope. The hills, sliding through hours of night and day,. Hover suspended in the freshness they. Knew when from shadow they took solid shape. Beside me now you breathe. Upon your breast. As, in deep dark dens, the animals lay. Dries, serene, an amorous vein at rest.
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Granny Smith: February 2013
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Sunday, February 24, 2013. GHOSTS WALK - A 1913 NEWSREEL. On my old TV sets, ghosta walk. In pantomime the Kaiser shakes a hand. In double time, with silent talk. He greets a royal visitor; they stand. In sunshine of a day long past. Then, bobbing, jerk across my haunted screen. Quick-step, as though to end at last. An infinitely re-enacted scene. Sunday, February 17, 2013. SABBATICAL - TICKET TO FLY. SABBATICAL - a memory. Predawn gray creeps in the empty room. Gone are the family photographs, mementos ,.
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Granny Smith: WHAT A TREAT!
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Sunday, June 16, 2013. Years ago I had a small squirrel monkey as a pet. I had first fallen in love with him in a dark corner at the back of the basement of Kresge's store where they had kept their pet section. It not the sort of goods that made up the bulk of their inventory. I was determined to be a good monkey mother. I bought him his favorite foods. He loved bananas and peanuts, as did I, but research led me to believe that he would savor a treat that was also good for his health: meal worms! It tast...
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Granny Smith: January 2012
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Sunday, January 29, 2012. From the time she was small, Anna danced, climbed, balanced, twirled and jumped from high places. In the photo above, she was just getting to her room at our 2007 family reunion at Asilomar State Park. For her, this was the quickest route. Here, in 2011, is Anna, resident of New York City area, actress, musician, model, music teacher, and still climbing! Sunday, January 8, 2012. THE DAY OF DESTRUCTION. The day of destruction dawns like any day. Releases tsunamis of ocean or tears.
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Granny Smith: July 2012
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Sunday, July 29, 2012. I THOUGHT THE WORLD WAS MINE I thought the world was mine. I thought that I could swim in any ocean. Clouds below were my familiar landscape. How could I know that wings that carried me would be landlocked, horizons shrink and borders close forever? Generals Presidents Oil executives I object! It's my life that you circumscribe. I miss my world! Wednesday, July 25, 2012. Sunday, July 15, 2012. If I could I would live on words. I would chew grainy words like pumpernickel,. After I s...
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Granny Smith: November 2011
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Tuesday, November 8, 2011. ABC Wednesday Round 9. In Search of Eldorado. Our faith in gold, and pearl, and fountains. Where youth and manhood are renewed. Was lost in challenging these mountains. Of pathless chasms, boulders strewed. To crush our spirits, slow our way,. Ice by night and fire by day. We thought we would have been, by now,. Stretched languidly in fragrant grass. Who could foresee this brooding brow. Against the precipice; the blood. Of clinging fingers marks our way. And we are growing old.
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Granny Smith: December 2012
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Almost all photos in the body of this blog can be enlarged by clicking on the picture. Maukie - the virtual cat 6. Links to my Chain. Grow Wings (Laini Taylor). Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog. We has met the enemy and they is us. ABC Wednesday Round 8. Port Townsend, Washington, United States. View my complete profile.
