Saturday, October 22, 2011
Here... on the beach... I rest from ocean's waves.
All the noisy people have left and I can sleep... Zzz.
Hey! ... who's that touching my little arm? Number 3 of 5?
What? ... where are you taking me, I'm sleeping can't you see?
Uh-oh, uh-oh, I'm flying through the air!!
The kid thinks I'm a Frisbee; come back and get your kid!!!
Way over here... still upon the beach... the waves a little closer.
Yet life is good and all my arms are here...(yawn) time to go to sleep... Zzz.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
I got nothing. It's a blank page tonight, and we're hoping to find my ink tomorrow.
Life has been like a sound stage and I have no clue what 'exit right' means. Did I tell you, I got nothing?
Count 'em; I got 47 billion brain cells waiting to be used... but the pilot light went out about a week back... and I got nothing!!
On my digital camera there are new photos of the torture we're putting the yard through. If “a picture is worth a thousand words,” that'll be one super blog, huh? But I'm tuckerd out; developing muscles I was never meant to have, I'm pretty sure.
And~ I said all of that to say this: I got nothing.