The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Saintly my three asses!

If one believes in saints and miracles, god speaking to us, then why isn't this being taken seriously as a message of holy disapproval? How much clearer can a deity be? It ain't just art criticism.

"No, those guys aren't here, man. Dante knew what he was talking about."

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Long, long, long

Six full days of that crap. I think it's done for this time. This reminds me of the first year.

But I'm resigned to this going on for years yet, just to save my sanity

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Awake at 5

How convenient. At least I get proper notice, these days. Well, sometimes at least.

Four weeks roundtrip.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Oh, for cripes...

Well, serves me right. BIL named son my ex-husband's name. Ugh.

Still, long ago, not really a sore spot, more proof of poor taste.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Getting underneath it all

Slipped out of work early, wanting only to be home. With permission, but not entirely fairly. I'm sure I'll be giving recompense. After the abbreviated weekend, I can deal with this.

So, I rested, had tea, then dug the garden.