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Post by t-bob on Oct 25, 2017 6:22:05 GMT -5
This is near the holidays
I love the first one “Thanksgiving”
I’m still vertical, alive and cetera
Good morning everybody gentlemen and ladies!
I still hate(dislike) morning.....
Ugh
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2017 6:30:45 GMT -5
I awoke thinking about impermanence and love, and my thoughts wandered
back to this Shakespeare sonnet, #60. 'Nuff said...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked eclipses ’gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
—William Shakespeare
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Post by kenlarsson on Oct 25, 2017 6:49:24 GMT -5
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Post by brucemacneill on Oct 25, 2017 6:52:38 GMT -5
Good morning. We're back to average weather, highs in the mid-60s. I can work with that.
Happy Wednesday.
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Post by Marty on Oct 25, 2017 7:19:52 GMT -5
Morning
54F/12C Sunny.
Pork roast going in the slow cooker this morning, Carnitas.
Winter is coming.
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Post by billhammond on Oct 25, 2017 7:21:03 GMT -5
I awoke thinking about impermanence and love, and my thoughts wandered back to this Shakespeare sonnet, #60. 'Nuff said... Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d, Crooked eclipses ’gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. —William Shakespeare That is so weird! I awoke today thinking of a Saab Sonett!  |
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Post by Doug on Oct 25, 2017 7:38:58 GMT -5
I'z here
Kroger shopping this morning
Very warm October - another week in the mid 80s
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Post by TKennedy on Oct 25, 2017 7:45:41 GMT -5
I awoke thinking about impermanence and love, and my thoughts wandered back to this Shakespeare sonnet, #60. 'Nuff said... Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d, Crooked eclipses ’gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. —William Shakespeare A morning pick-me-upper! |
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Post by millring on Oct 25, 2017 8:02:50 GMT -5
Apparently there's no joy in Mudville either.
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Post by Village Idiot on Oct 25, 2017 8:10:23 GMT -5
It was our 30th anniversary yesterday. I just thought we’d make it all the way through before announcing it.
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Post by Marshall on Oct 25, 2017 8:34:51 GMT -5
It was our 30th anniversary yesterday. I just thought we’d make it all the way through before announcing it. Just in case. . . , Congratulations. |
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Post by drlj on Oct 25, 2017 8:46:41 GMT -5
I awoke thinking about impermanence and love, and my thoughts wandered back to this Shakespeare sonnet, #60. 'Nuff said... Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d, Crooked eclipses ’gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. —William Shakespeare That is so weird! I awoke today thinking of a Saab Sonett! I awoke thinking of a blue bonnet. Howard, lighten up. Smell some flowers. Do it fast, though, because it is supposed to frost tomorrow. |
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Post by mnhermit on Oct 25, 2017 9:11:39 GMT -5
might rain today, bridge this afternoon, after chores of course.
better days
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Post by Dan McLaughlin on Oct 25, 2017 9:47:11 GMT -5
Have good ones.
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Post by Don Clark on Oct 25, 2017 11:12:01 GMT -5
Today is off to a slow, and painful start. For whatever reason, can't put much weight on my right foot. Took some Tylenol, easing up some now.
Supposedly hitting 79º, I will harvest the tomatoes and Jalapenos. Hard freeze due tomorrow night.....down to 22º. Glad I already have a stash of firewood in the garage. Just may have to enjoy the first fire in the fireplace of the season whilst I watch some football.
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Post by epaul on Oct 25, 2017 11:43:05 GMT -5
Humping away up here.
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Post by Hobson on Oct 25, 2017 12:33:41 GMT -5
Even though I'm retired, it feels like hump day. Got stitches out yesterday. Still have to be careful for a few days. Having company this afternoon, so Mr. H did the vacuuming and I did minimal cleanup. Our visitor should be here be the time I get home from the dentist. We'll do an early dinner out and he'll drive back to Phoenix tonight. Maybe I will grab a few minutes to play guitar. The U-bass got a little attention yesterday. My other instruments are jealous.
Tomorrow we're in Tucson, where we both see the ophthalmologist. Annual visit for me. Mr. H managed to squeeze in an appointment for a refraction. With his wet AMD, his vision changes a lot, so once a year isn't enough.
Still hitting the mid-80s here. Very pleasant.
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Post by Marshall on Oct 25, 2017 12:56:52 GMT -5
good morning Is that a TUMs commercial for when your food fights back ? |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2017 18:48:32 GMT -5
I awoke thinking about impermanence and love, and my thoughts wandered back to this Shakespeare sonnet, #60. 'Nuff said... Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d, Crooked eclipses ’gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. —William Shakespeare A morning pick-me-upper! I can't help it. I grew up surrounded by concentration camp survivors. It ingrained in me a certain slant... LJ, this is the best I can do right now. They do hit some hot ones, though. |
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