Thanks, Simon:
Yes, I kept getting ERROR notices yesterday, but my pms did finally get through.
You and your work are much appreciated.
CoCo, ten years here and lovin' it, not to mention SPAM and eggs!
we got hit by someone sending spam via messages so if you have an unread message indicator but no unread message - it's because it's been removed.. i'm going to apply some limits to protect against mass sending like this, there may be some interruption to sending messages for the next day or two as a result.
Thanks, Simon:
Yes, I kept getting ERROR notices yesterday, but my pms did finally get through.
You and your work are much appreciated.
CoCo, ten years here and lovin' it, not to mention SPAM and eggs!
greetings, fellow posters:.
i bought a nearly new 7-speed bicycle at a yard sale for $30 last weekend and took it out this morning on our paved local bicycle/walking trail.
the last time i rode was in my early- to mid- twenties when i used a bicycle to get to and from the kh for my pioneer service.
cha ching:
Just don't be looking backwards as you come to a curb...
Your warning is well taken. I looked over my shoulder a few times when there was a possibility of overtaking traffic and got to thinking that I need a sideview mirror (so's not to fall and cut open my chin!!!).
THANKS!
CC
greetings, fellow posters:.
i bought a nearly new 7-speed bicycle at a yard sale for $30 last weekend and took it out this morning on our paved local bicycle/walking trail.
the last time i rode was in my early- to mid- twenties when i used a bicycle to get to and from the kh for my pioneer service.
Esse Quam Videri:
This is just too good! Sir Mike's Bike!
Thank you so very much for the ride.
Gratefully,
CoCo
greetings, fellow posters:.
i bought a nearly new 7-speed bicycle at a yard sale for $30 last weekend and took it out this morning on our paved local bicycle/walking trail.
the last time i rode was in my early- to mid- twenties when i used a bicycle to get to and from the kh for my pioneer service.
Greetings, Joyzabel and Cangie:
What wonderful experiences in your travels! Thank you for sharing your thoughts in what is "new" again for me.
Best wishes.
CoCo
greetings, fellow posters:.
i bought a nearly new 7-speed bicycle at a yard sale for $30 last weekend and took it out this morning on our paved local bicycle/walking trail.
the last time i rode was in my early- to mid- twenties when i used a bicycle to get to and from the kh for my pioneer service.
Thanks, cofty and SafeAtHome:
Right on -- you don't notice the incline of a street until you pedal it!
I had to pop the bike into the bed of my pickup truck [lorry?] and drive to the level trail because, at home, it's all hilly and I just couldn't do it.
A white-haired and slightly grizzled "Errol Flynn," I fear . . .
CC
greetings, fellow posters:.
i bought a nearly new 7-speed bicycle at a yard sale for $30 last weekend and took it out this morning on our paved local bicycle/walking trail.
the last time i rode was in my early- to mid- twenties when i used a bicycle to get to and from the kh for my pioneer service.
Greetings, Fellow Posters:
I bought a nearly new 7-speed bicycle at a yard sale for $30 last weekend and took it out this morning on our paved, local bicycle/walking trail. The last time I rode was in my early- to mid-twenties when I used a bicycle to get to and from the KH for my pioneer service. Somehow, I found today's adventure far less harrowing.
Whenever I came to a motor vehicle trafficked intersection, I dismounted (according to posted instructions), and drivers right and left slowed and permitted my cross walking. I waved and mouthed a cheerful "Thank you!" Old men are truly honored and respected . . .
It's a wonderful world!
CoCo
an unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.. i peer through panes that give onto a landscape of horror that, to some, appears pristine but to me is a reminder that he has been swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.. daring to venture forth, i hear his voice .
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.. he calls out, so faintly, begging i rescue him from a jail that holds him fast against all escape; though myself a liberated man, i cannot free the one i taught the truth.
Thank you, Myelaine and Bonsai!
Have to get out my Bible! Psalms were always my fave.
Love,
CC
an unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.. i peer through panes that give onto a landscape of horror that, to some, appears pristine but to me is a reminder that he has been swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.. daring to venture forth, i hear his voice .
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.. he calls out, so faintly, begging i rescue him from a jail that holds him fast against all escape; though myself a liberated man, i cannot free the one i taught the truth.
an unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.. i peer through panes that give onto a landscape of horror that, to some, appears pristine but to me is a reminder that he has been swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.. daring to venture forth, i hear his voice .
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.. he calls out, so faintly, begging i rescue him from a jail that holds him fast against all escape; though myself a liberated man, i cannot free the one i taught the truth.
The Rebel:
Most of what I have written here is free writing; only recently have I returned to prune out dead wood! My nature has always been one of spontaneity -- devil may care?
Bonsai:
An unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.
It took me a while to answer! Sorry. Thinking back to actual times of childhood, the dark mountain was, literally, Loma Prieta. Ordinarily, one welcomes the new day; however, the dawn that broke upon our desolate cabin in the Santa Cruz mountains presaged gloom and despair: a murder had been committed in the entryway of our hovel somewhat before our moving in. Metaphorically, this unfortunate occurrence has cast a pall over my life. Even my heart of hearts has been scathed. Of course, I'm taking this event and transmuting it into a reason for the emotional instability that has colored my little life.
I'm a story teller, not a realist. Then I learned the Truth and -- subsequently -- TTATT. The so-called dark and cruel wood of religious error swallowed me and my students alive. I have been freed but what of them who remain jailed? Talk about blowing things out of proportion. Thanks for asking . . .
CoCo
i feel an unfamiliar restlessness in my lower body.
too long have i been confined to my sickbed; my mind and heart coax me arise and gaze upon the world outside.
it is no longer a matter of fighting long-entrenched despair.
Dear Nancy:
Wonderful seeing you again!
CC