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Meat Raffle To keep me distracted from the loss of Edison, Rocco suggested we try to find the local potter one more time. We’d found a flyer at one of the other shops and now had a much more detailed map. Sitting at an intersection, I noticed a large sign and started giggling. “Don’t move,” I [...] “Seriously, part four?” I hear you screaming. “It’s the frickin’ Poconos already. How much more can there be?” Yeah, yeah, yeah. The correct answer is one more post after Part Four. After our doily laden lunch, we trounced back into the rain to explore more of the moist mountain terrain. I had been begging to stop by [...] I’m in love with a sailor. He’s got an adorable heart tattooed on his bicep. I know this because he never, ever wears a shirt. The curl of his upper lip is only surpassed by the twist of his narrow mustache. I swoon as I relish the rakish tilt of his hat which accentuates his haunting [...] Apparently today is National Poetry Day. Who knew? In celebration, I thought I’d write some haiku. Sonnets are just far too daunting. Limericks are fun, but they have a day all their own. Maya Angelou eat your heart out. (By the by, do you think she and Oprah ever get drunk and sit around writing dirty limericks?) post [...] I am one worn out girl. The good news is my little chemo brain seems to be working well enough to handle all the house drama. The bad news is that seems to be all I can handle. I’m managing to juggle the faxing, the negotiating, the calling, the depositing, the inspecting, the placating, the sobbing, the [...] I’m so excited I could spit. Internet, I found my house. While the selling broker was distracted, I licked the front door knob and called dibs. If I was a dog, I would have peed on it. Mine…all mine I tell you!!! I am ridiculously wired. Every five minutes or so I have to squeeze my eyes shut, ball [...] While I was playing in the mud at La Mano yesterday, I had an interesting discussion with a fellow potter, Richard. I was explaining to him the magic of Twilight and the joys of being thirteen years old. After dedicating the appropriate amount of time to fawning over my future vampire boyfriend (sorry Rocco), we moved on [...] |
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