It's small on my screen.Since I am the first to comment (oh, the pressure!) I think I'll copy this onto my blog. Might be fun.p.s.I also adore Raphie.
What a great story!So does your friend have an official title? Is this her profession? It sounds a lot like "Angelspeake" which I practice here at home. I've had a few readings done, as well. There is a fabulous book by the same name that is worth checking out if you're interested in communicating with your angels on a regular basis.
I'll notify my mother who will laugh twice as hard as I did.
Best of luck on the Wisteria. Beautiful plant with a beautiful name.
We had crock pot chili a few nights ago. Reading your post made me wish I had some left over.
Good post, Martin.My cousin had a brain tumour several years ago and while she was recovering from the surgery to remove it, she quit smoking. She since tells everyone that the way to do it is to be hooked up to a Morphine drip...won't notice a single withdrawl symptom!
Oh, I'm not sure about you not being a natural born caregiver....
When I go into the home (and I will...I don't have pride left now and don't expect to have anymore by the time I'm too old to wipe my bum) I intend to be one of the folks who freak out and throw food at the wall. I figure if I already feel like doing that several times a day now, by old age, I'll be due...
Two men can marry here in Canada but I'm not sure about our policy on pillows.
This post made me think about some pseudo-documentary I watched about people living with life-sized dolls. They kept talking about how they weren't ready for an "organic" girlfriend....
I can't listen to music on the Internet and it's just as well...the last thing I need is to start crying.But now I'm going to dig out my Jackson Five CD....
Yeesh! Poor you...but I have to say that I'm very impressed with the mature way you handled everything. I didn't know libraries could have so much drama.
These kinds of posts are my favourite.We should all do one. They're fascinating.
I'm technically bilingual (which in Canada, of course, means I'm fluent in both Engligh and Francais) but I rarely speak French anymore. And I'm super jealous about your being able to juggle.
You know what got me, though? Your bathroom. I didn't see that coming.
Well, yay for heat!And double yay for Layla!And of course, a big yay for you!
He used to "sing" the notes into a tape recorder when he was writing music. He did this several times in This Is It, too, when describing a beat to the band.
You both look just fine. Fabulous, actually.
Thank you *so* much for sharing! I just love living vicariously through my blogging friends.
Nice.I was never much of a jazz fan but dated someone once who was and I seem to remember him talking about this Dave Brubeck fellow.
p.s. Michael Jackson couldn't read music, either. Just sayin'.