Yes, Ber, thanks; I lifted it from an earlier page. It describes my wintery 'hood in the Sierra foothills.
Totally forgot about this thread.
Thanks for bringing it back.
Love,
CoCo
dear friends,.
one of my greatest enjoyments is a daily walk.
i see things in far greater detail than when i am driving by.
Yes, Ber, thanks; I lifted it from an earlier page. It describes my wintery 'hood in the Sierra foothills.
Totally forgot about this thread.
Thanks for bringing it back.
Love,
CoCo
dear friends,.
one of my greatest enjoyments is a daily walk.
i see things in far greater detail than when i am driving by.
I can't wait either, Ber. I dance in the first rains of autumn and gambol upon the verdure of the graceful slopes . . .
CHEERS!
CoCo vert
The rain, continuous for several days now, would surely flood us out were we not holding firmly to an upper elevation plot of land. I bolted once again yesterday afternoon despite Wind's gleeful promise to drive Brother Rain down my otherwise tightly-drawn jacket collar and firmly-laced boots. It was a wash, but I had to get out. What distant hills showed through the pummeling downpours and less ferocious but still entwining and scurrying mists were set off in vague relief, their black-green against an all-enveloping gray. Houses of every description, foundations grasping tenaciously to inclines perceived less menacing in times of sunshine and fair winds, shuddered in the bluster of long-delayed, pent up winter fury. The weather has eased somewhat, and the hillside homes shake themselves off, awaiting the next round.
dear friends,.
one of my greatest enjoyments is a daily walk.
i see things in far greater detail than when i am driving by.
Well, Ber, you did say you loved this thread!
Thanks.
CoCo
I'm currently staying on the lake . . .
what i posted on facebook i'll share here too:.
well, here's what happens when you don't attend meetings.
the community garden group elected me "compost captain" in absentia.
Well, you could bypass "veux" and say:
Je voudrais apprendre [. . .] -- I would like [. . .]
Voo-dray
Tu fais tres bien, Hortensia, et demontres de bon progres.
Alors, je dois te quitter afin de promener un chien avant la tombee de la nuit. Il y'a de grands chats chez nous.
Bien des choses de ma part.
CoCo de l'expression francaise
what i posted on facebook i'll share here too:.
well, here's what happens when you don't attend meetings.
the community garden group elected me "compost captain" in absentia.
Je vous aime
Je vous adore
Que voulez-vous
Depuis encore?
Can you translate, H? (the conclusion is somewhat idiomatic)
CoCo
there are some threads already on forum performance.
nonetheless, i wanted to post this:.
i decided to switch to my ie page and open up jwn there.
Let's see, JustMe2, if I can make paragraphs.
Je vous aime
Je vous adore
Que voulez-vous
Depuis encore?
I love you
I adore you
What more
Do you want?
i'm on the jw.org website, looking at the publications.. i'm curious as to the books being used with the 'new' studytm, and the order in which they are studiedtm.. anyone still on the inside, can you help me?.
Greetings and thanks, Apognophos, Scully and Phizzy:
Yes, Scully -- it is scary. This issue continues to have an impact on both me and mine.
Excellent points, Phizzy.
Apognophos: your comment clarified for me what is on the form.
All the best (and good health).
CoCo
i'm on the jw.org website, looking at the publications.. i'm curious as to the books being used with the 'new' studytm, and the order in which they are studiedtm.. anyone still on the inside, can you help me?.
Regarding Rubadubdub's post on Blood Fractions and Surgical Procedures:
How is the average Joe or Jo Witness expected to understand and apply this convoluted, labyrinthine jumble? Bible-trained conscience?!?!?
Thoughts, Scully (or anyone)?
CoCo cannot figure it out
he floats upon the great and terrible sea,.
merciless waters that rise unabated till,.
at last, they cover over head and tail the.
Thank you, Michelle!
A seafarer's tale . . .
CoCo de la Mer
he floats upon the great and terrible sea,.
merciless waters that rise unabated till,.
at last, they cover over head and tail the.
He floats upon the great and terrible sea,
merciless waters that rise unabated till,
at last, they cover over head and tail the
man who once walked tall and proud o'er
a landlocked shire.
Civilization exists by cosmic decree, yet, on
celestial whim, all that man has wrought
burns or drowns or rends itself in twain, no
one the savior of his fellow nor protector
of riches amassed.
He knows -- he truly knows -- that all he was
warned to do it is now too late to ponder
or act upon; for he laughed that Fate might
ever have her way and carry him off to a
place of dark and living death . . .