Never thought I’d have the collywobbles I’m strong of mind but weak of heart Should have realized from the start Everyone can have those feelings I didn’t expect it to send me reeling! I saw her in a marketplace In such an ordinary space That’s why she stood out so much And thought…I feel such need for her touch Butterflies be damned Tipped my hat, offered “Howdy ma’am”
Aragog Comes out of the fog Hagrid’s friend but most person’s end I turn to jog Trip over a log Guess I’m dinner in Aragog’s den!
This afternoon-Friday- after I had pre-scheduled the above post, I read this very sad news: CNN) – Robbie Coltrane, the actor who brought to life the lovable gamekeeper Hagrid in the Harry Potter film franchise, died on Friday, according to his agent, Scott Henderson. He was 72.
You will be missed. I have watched RC since he played on the series “Cracker”.
Any place where I can see beauty like this causes me happiness. This photo of grasses should have been a “live” picture but was hastily taken driving by. If it was live you would see how these beautiful grasses were waving and dancing in the wind, a delight to see. Sights like this make my day—it doesn’t take much to make me happy😀
Postman delivered A past due bill notice The alarm clock rang two hours late The garbage man left all the trash On the sidewalk And the hinges fell off of the gate This morning at breakfast I spilled all the coffee When I opened the door on my knee
Oh, the last thing I needed The first thing this morning Was to have you walk out on me
Last night, you came home late I knew you’d been drinking By that old mellow look on your face I thought, “It don’t matter ‘Cause it’s the holiday season” And you fill such a big empty space And I laid down beside you And I wanted your lovin’ ‘Cause your love makes my life complete
Oh, the last thing I needed The first thing this morning Was to have you walk out on me
So excuse me for lookin’ Like my world just ended And excuse me for lookin’ Like I just lost my best friend And excuse me for livin’ Being forgiven Just go on if you wanna be free
The last thing I needed The first thing this morning Was to have you walk out on me Oh, the last thing I needed The first thing this morning Was to have you walk out on me
“I take it as a given that no one really likes to see me in my official capacity, but doctor Chau seemed more annoyed than most. I showed up for the open heart surgery she was performing. “Tell me that’s not the person I think it is”, Chau said to Shiela Reeves. Reeves, the hospital administrator, had accompanied me into the scrub room. Chau was scrubbing up and after her initial glance refused to look at me, as well as several other members, scrubbing up for the operation.”
The Dispatcher is a 2016 science fiction novella by John Scalzi. It was originally published as an audiobook from Audible, read by Zachary Quinto.
From Goodreads: “…Tony Valdez is a Dispatcher – a licensed, bonded professional whose job is to humanely dispatch those whose circumstances put them in death’s crosshairs, so they can have a second chance to avoid the reaper.”
I found mixed reviews but I really enjoyed this book. One review said it had no humor but I strongly disagree. I listened to it on the audible app and liked the narrator. I also liked the sequel. It has an old radio-noir-mystery feeling to it.
Stitching in a little chaos always good shakes up the norm the usual humdrum what the opposites attract theory really means? News bombardment disappointment sorrow never ending guilt unresolved feelings Curiosity for the unknown usually works whisking you sometimes into the chaotic but steady on keep the faith—whatever that means for you.
I see you staring. Like what you see? Not many people are able to see the real me, and I’m surprised you can. You look fairly normal, so why are you interested in me?
To a few, I share my whole self. Colors you see represent a part of myself. My basic navy blue is my every day feeling. . .boring isn’t it? That is why I spice it up with my orange eyebrows. Bright blue is my hidden personality trying to break through. Hot pink is my happiness and yellow my quiet voice. Green represents normality. . .red, anger of course.
They tend to get in spats those eerie black cats Always want their way their wild black fur on display Sitting on brooms when Halloween looms To be a witch’s friend till the holiday ends Then ride back to the witch’s abode To sleep awhile the morning cock crows.
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