To all and sundry: Tax-chick just sent me a message that her Interwebs is owt, and wants Anoreth to know, for sure.
The rest of y’all stand by until she has the Webby thingys back up and running amok!
Thanks Face for the report. Is doubtful I’d live very long if you weren’t there to keep me straight and stop me sometimes. My appreciation on the info regarding T-c.
Well, better an outie Webby internettie than an owl innie your outie net.
(Did Loch Nettie ever get outie of her Scottish Nestle?)
It's not a traditional statement of solace or condolence, but reads to me more like the kind of message someone might send back as a means of comfort.
I'd like to think your father would agree with this sentiment:
The Hours I Keep
My life is filled with treasures,
Rainbows, sunsets, lovely flowers,
Each I see as one more gift,
To set among my trove of hours.
Minutes stolen here and there,
Pondering the ways,
Glimpses of a bright tomorrow,
Mounting up to days.
Times I’ve taken stock of things,
Reckon I’ve done well.
Interest paid on gathered scents,
A fortune when I sell.
There will be an accounting,
Before my final sleep,
In minutes I’ve recorded for,
The hours that I keep.
NicknamedBob . . . . . May 21, 2007