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Broken
A dirt swatch To sit and watch An inner thrill An outward chill ~ Day after day Sit, watch, feel, pray Rare days you fly New sensations ply ~ Sleep came to my spot This little map dot Dreams of a time When automation is divine ~ No one else involved Problem solved We canContinue reading “Broken”
Waste not. Want not: pans
I think I mentioned in an earlier stanza that the company I work for buys us birthday lunch. Sometimes lunch is brunch. I have been given permission to bring the leftover grease pans home to my dog. I get the benefit of eating the content before. Chico after. Then sharing on my blog. Some ofContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: pans”
“Comparing yourself to others is the biggest killer of happiness.” Alux.com
Who is a popular author? That makes money at this? Stephen King comes to mind. “When he first graduated from college, he tried to find a position as a teacher but had no luck at first. King took a job in a laundry and continued to write stories in his spare time until late 1971,Continue reading ““Comparing yourself to others is the biggest killer of happiness.” Alux.com”
Friends
I was talking to someone the other day about this poem and I couldn’t remember all of it. Here is the whole piece. https://sarazarrella.com/2010/12/reason-season-and-a-lifetime-poem/
You don’t need that!
You don’t need that. It wouldn’t do you any good. ~ You don’t need that. Stop dwelling on it. ~ You don’t need that. You know that’s right. ~ You don’t need that. It would make no difference in your life. ~ You don’t need that. Someone else needs it more than you. ~ YouContinue reading “You don’t need that!”
Happy Thanksgiving
Written at the first of the Covid pandemic. 🦃 The turkeys are thawed in the fridge with care, in the hopes that salmonella will not come visit this year. ~ We have visions of pies, cakes and cookies dancing in our heads. It may only be Thursday but we will be Sunday fed. ~ SoonContinue reading “Happy Thanksgiving”
Christmas Tree
I know it’s early. Some people will fuss. Ask me if I give a ———?
Goofin’ off at work
Hey, diddle, diddle, The plates in the middle , The cup jumped over the moon; The little fork laughed To see the dish washer, And the dish ran away with the spoon. 🤣 I think it would be exciting to rewrite a song with Weird Al. I try to make putting dishes in the dishwasherContinue reading “Goofin’ off at work”
Eatin’ Crow 🐦⬛
Why do others take such delight – get such joy, to the point of spite – from someone admitting they made a mistake? They delight in the shake. ~ Revel in the quake. Dance in the wake. All mistakes are correctable. Unless someone is undetectable. ~ You might not like the outcome. It will beContinue reading “Eatin’ Crow 🐦⬛”
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