Thanks, Outahere!
Immortal words that did cross my mind.
Best wishes.
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
Thanks, Outahere!
Immortal words that did cross my mind.
Best wishes.
we've all gotten a little older (the beav was about 60 at the time this was taken):.
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Thanks, fellow time travelers, for your comments, and you're welcome, too!
It was a different time -- maybe not entirely realistic -- but something sweet we all could latch onto.
Best wishes . . .
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
It could not possibly have been a more arduous journey, this traverse across a diabolical union of both shifting sands and searing winds. Water has become the most precious but rarest of commodities.
I seek shelter. I seek water. Many a phantom mirage has loomed up before my scorched eyeballs. An optic message relayed to a mind weary and anxious for any shred of assuagement is most desperately entertained. My logic has become suspect, if, in fact, there remains any ability to work my way through this predicament.
As in my earlier trek, I find a disconcerting comfort in the song of the pharaohs that plays upon an unforgiving wind. It is a dirge that haunts this broken man, a derelict whose termination perches ominously upon the illusory desert horizon.
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
With grateful thanks to Gertrude Bell . . .
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
There is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.
Was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?
I envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what I once knew.
Remote I remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by.
we've all gotten a little older (the beav was about 60 at the time this was taken):.
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Yes, Morpheus, connecting and reconnecting is what it's all about!
Thanks for taking a stroll down memory lane. That show was a big part of my life. The Beav is my age.
we've all gotten a little older (the beav was about 60 at the time this was taken):.
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we've all gotten a little older (the beav was about 60 at the time this was taken):.
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We've all gotten a little older (the Beav was about 60 at the time this was taken):
hi, cosmo.. my name is rosemarie.
i come from a long line of wonderful italian cooks and chefs.
however, it seems i am missing the cuisnart gene.
hi, cosmo.. my name is rosemarie.
i come from a long line of wonderful italian cooks and chefs.
however, it seems i am missing the cuisnart gene.
Dear Cosmo:
I am beside myself with anger in livid color!
My pet beavers, Leva and Tuu, have occupancy of the master bath, their aqueous home being the not small Roman tub. Being the literate and clever cleavers they are, Leva and Tuu went through my entire collection of ARCHITECTURAL DIGEST and HYDRAULICS FOR DAILY LIVING and conspired to render them into a dam spanning the estimable breadth of said Roman tub.
What shall I do?
June
Dear June,
Send the Beavs to college. Get new magazines (back copies are pricey but eminently obtainable).
Rather than allowing yourself to get bent all out of shape and giving these rascally rodents the business, I'd recommend that you should see the aqueous humour in this incident fraught with mandible mirth!
Dam droll, but I do sympathize. No one touches my ADs!
CC