Dayonda

My precious old lady, you dear old great-gran:
Are you alone, or do you still live with your man?

I want to know RB’s angle on this before I vote.
I’m not necessarily backing them up, I just want to know first!

So on Sept 1 each year she’s had a nice little write-up. It took her about 20 years to stop being 29, and now I think it’s been bumped up to maybe 45.

Skiing to visit with fam’ly,
‘Shoeing* to feed-up the stock.
In Wintertime all of the fam’ly,
Take up to bed a hot rock.

Waltz time (3/4).

*shoeing= snow shoeing, see link below poem

Beautiful blue flowing water
reflects the sun with a glow.

She’s still lovely.
Can we yet
learn to love her?

Misfortune, disgust and dismay
is all people have to say
regarding Scorpions.

But I know one that’s not vile.
When we talk he makes me smile
and we laugh, too.

Each toe has a different colored “finger” to go in.

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

Nobody told them that young goats are born with springs in their hooves,

A mother crow and two youngsters perched on my birdbath. . .

After a few hours, Gran began to . . . ‘smell a rat’ . . . and decided to see what had been keeping her two little granddaughters so quiet and so happy for so long…

...the little guy came out with the best story he could think of at the time, saying, "Well, it wasn’t regular fried chicken. . ."

(Roundabouts) When I had to go around one, I’d close my eyes and pray through the whole intersection, like I used to see people on bicycles do in front of cathedrals.

Not thinking a thing about it (her Good Fairy costume) she popped into the Dentist’s waiting room, ...

My poor ex-hubby couldn’t understand why I went through phones so fast, but the truth was, that darned cat had my number. . .

"Molly’s Song"

My Dear Little Molly,
you so love
your daddy….

The internet has one great use I’m told: Genealogy, but I think it has a second great function, and that is to unite us across barriers.

you didn’t even know where you

"After a couple swallows of Panther Piss, I wasn’t afraid of anything
any more.