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royst: Regarding the Woolwich attack.

Friday, May 24, 2013 (20:05:00)

RIP Lee Rigby, my thoughts are with his family.

fogglethorpe: Blue Rodeo

Friday, May 24, 2013 (17:24:48)

Twelve: Working on Music While i have been away.

Thursday, May 23, 2013 (22:33:04)

In my time away from GP i have been working on some music for a mix tape i am going to put out. thought i would share one of my songs with everyone here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-n5nrkE_7kg

phishy: things lately....

Wednesday, May 22, 2013 (09:36:56)

i am sitting at my desk here at work, on a wednesday morning - wondering what on earth i am doing here when i have been booked off for the full week - then i remember who i work for: MY DAD. there is no such thing as a recovery time in this place anymore - especially not for me. i am the Deity of Dedication it seems - i am always here, first to arrive, last to leave and i work myself to the bone each and every day, not to mention that i get the calls at midnight enquiring about a coil or a plate or some other random piece of steel that happens to have been spotted in the warehouse. i have been trying really hard lately to balance my wonderful little family life with my working life, my free time, my fun time with me or with Daniel along with a hint of time in order to scribble one of the few theories into a legible decipherable collection of vocabulary... i am so enthusiastic to have all of my pieces read, rated and favourited {doing well so far, have nearly 15 poieces >>

MoZark: Faded dream

Monday, May 20, 2013 (12:13:54)

Faded dream When I was young I always wanted a motorcycle, after I got out of the service I got married had a family; couldn’t afford to get killed and leave them without a father and husband. My wife has pasted and the children have moved on. Last Friday I bought a motor scooter, that’s as close to a motorcycle as this old body can handle. For some reason that dream I had all those years remains unfulfilled.

Bhangu: Motherly Love

Monday, May 20, 2013 (04:40:00)

The last winter, I saw a stray bitch sitting huddled with her puppies at the rear of my house (Herds of stray dogs can be seen in India). I felt pity for her and tried my best to give her my best. She got scared and ran away plaintively. To my utmost amazement I noticed, the next morning, the same animal sitting close to carcass of one the puppies while others were sleeping in the sun close by. I noticed a classic example of motherly love in her while she was staring at me as if saying that her kid is dead. And, I mourned the loss of her kid in my mind.

Pujakins: Heartwings Love Notes 571 On Being Retired

Monday, May 20, 2013 (01:44:45)

Heartwings says, "Being retired doesn't mean you sit and do nothing." Until very recently, I've never thought of myself as retired. My life didn't fit my original definition of what I thought that meant. Nor did I understand what being retired did mean. Then as I was changing the bed one day I was struck by a thought. Within limits I could do pretty much anything I wanted any given day. Of course that day could bring various obligations, appointments, deadlines--not many but some, as well as the beckonings of opportunity, yet even those are nearly all by my choice. When I was a child I used to think grownups could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Like going to bed: If I were grown up, I reasoned, I could go to bed any time I wanted. I could even stay up all night if I wished! Of course, I soon found out the truth. For most of my adult life I was at the beck and call of life in the form of family, society, and the obligations of living. However, I have now left much of that behind. I never did have a 9-5 job. Mine was always pretty much 24-7 care of family and then for the last 30 plus years, running our business with Stephen. Once I thought being retired meant sitting around doing little to nothing. Actually it means I have the time to do all the little tasks and chores I didn't when I had a house and youngsters or business obligations to fill my days. These days there is no special reason to polish the silver picture frames or tidy my bureau drawers until I feel a need to. Do I feel retired? Not by my original definition. Have I retired? Yes, actually. I have retired from active duty, so to speak. However, I am always on duty in the sense that I will continue to care for my surroundings and for those I love even if it is more frequently with phone calls and emails rather than home cooking and mending. I welcome with open arms the freedom of choice that goes with retirement. It is the unexpected, unanticipated bonus at the other end of life and something I always wanted as a child. When your time comes may you find fulfillment in your retirement as well as joy. Blessings and Best Regards, Tasha Halpert To enjoy more Love notes or to sign up for a free weekly subscription, please be sure to visit www.heartwingslovenotes.com. To order Tasha's very special book of inspirational writing and poetry Heartwings: Love Notes for a Joyous Life, go to Amazon.com. To chuckle over some enjoyable humorous writing, please visit www.funnywrite.com and enjoy the humor posted there not only by my husband Stephen and his friend Ken, but by others as well. In addition, there are also opportunities for readers to contribute.

fogglethorpe: Yes

Sunday, May 19, 2013 (15:58:55)

“I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes. After that I liked jazz music. Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way. I used to not like God because God didn't resolve. But that was before any of this happened.” -Donald Miller, from his book Blue Like Jazz

doris: ICA with a preschooler

Friday, May 17, 2013 (11:46:38)

We visited the contemporary art museum here in town the other day. It is situated on the water with a gorgeous view of boats and birds. The art is uninspiring and sometimes confusing. The confusing that makes one wonder if the curator is on some psychotropic drugs. All was not lost though because the building has one gallery completely void of "art" and showcases the expansive windows overlooking the water and benches to sit and view it. Genius, as a halfway mark between one scratched head to another. My daughter loved everything about it, the highlight being the bread pudding at the end however. But she loved the foolish excess of stacked television sets (hasn't this been done a thousand times?), the curved wall with hundreds of cheap frames nailed to it, the cut out paper stapled to the walls and ceilings in a room stacked with wooden somethings, the videos of nonsense, the Native American drum beats, the broken elevator, the free pamphlets, the seagull that pooped on the walkway before the door.

maryanns: Time and Tide

Monday, May 13, 2013 (18:04:00)

A rare metamorphosis of sorts time and tide recede in the distance snow melt blends with salt from the sea mud flats bake in the heat of the sun as the moon moves on to the west. .