Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
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- Three
- Swear
- Robot (Photo)
- Blooming (Photo)
- Art (Photo)
- Abecedary
- Talk
- Undercurrent (Photo)
- Frame (Photo)
- Jacket (Photo)
Other Writings
Music
Friends
- Ruins of the Moment
- an udge and a wink
- PaciAn - Space Cat Rocket Ship
- Herhimnbryn
- Jean - Tasting Rhubarb
- Dale - Mole
- Box Elder
- Reading the Signs
- trouser Press
- Crow
- den - this and that
- Cosmic Penguin
Blogistan
- Backyard Farmgals
- Maru (the Cat Who Loves Boxes)
- Nothing to do with Arbroath
- Now's the Time
- Phil Plasma
- Tristan
- xkcd (Webcomic)
- Dooce
- Futility Closet
- Hoarded Ordinaries
- Random Acts of Reality
- Whiskey River
- Writing as Jo(e)
- Margaret&Helen




6 comments:
A Fibonacci Reply
Damn
stuff
sticks on
car windows--
it won't just blow off--
you have to pay for a car wash.
(o) :^)
Uh-huh.
(0)
Hope you're feeling better soon.
I suppose you saw the news item recently that towns and cities are full of pollen due to an overwhelming preference for male trees, which don't produce messy seeds or fruit - just invisible pollen.
Dave,
Yes, I did know that. Instead of tree litter, you get a face full of pollen, but the landscapers deny this could possibly be a problem. Feh. Snnnnghhh.
That we are such a mobile society isn't helping either. I am not living with the same pollen as when I was a kid. Bring in the dust from all over the planet just to make it interesting. April is the cruelest month indeed.
(o)
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