UhOh, edgar. Hope it's nether. <smile>
McTag, fantastic. My neighbor has every palm tree in his yard covered in red lights. The glow can be seen in Alaska.
In days of old men were okay
With a long beard, a dragon to slay
A tankard of ale, and a wench to play
Of course we're more civilized than that today
Well, naturally we're okay
With a long beard, a dragon to slay
A tankard of ale and a wench to play -
We just do it on the computer today
My computer sucks it's plain to see
How can a machine be smarter than me
I would toss it or smash to relieve my frustration
but would miss all you people from all over the nation.
I guess I'll keep it and try to understand
how a big piece of metal can be smarter than man.
(or woman in this case hahaha)
My computer problem appears to be solved. I was prompted by Compaq help to delete the modem, re-install it, then restart. I did and went right online. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Sittin here groovin
Little Richard on the stereo
On vinyl records
Good Golly and Oh My Soul
To hell with CDs
And modern pop radio
Glad to hear your up and running, edgar.
A few months back, the motherboard on my computer died. I was without it for about ten days.
It was real withdrawl. I was so glad it was still covered by an extended warranty.
When this one goes I don't know how long I will be offline. I could use my wife's, but I don't like using anyone else's, even hers. Fortunately they are less expensive today than when I bought this.
A decorated Christmas tree
fills me with delight
the tinsel and the ornaments
is such a lovely sight
Christmas carols in the air
a taste of Christmas cheer
makes all nostalgic Christmas past
the same as Christmas near
Christmas time in the suburbs
Really sounds so dull
But drive slow, and mind the curbs
It's quite wonderful
Displays of waving Santas
Millions of great lights
Children chanting their mantras
Unable to sleep nights
They will recall with fondness
These years of childhood
Our reluctance is groundless
It's their neighborhood
Rubbing yours eyes as a tiny tot
hoping to see what Santa has brought
A sleigh full of toys
blankets the Christmas tree
Children's laughing joy
tells the story to me
With all the poems of Christmas Cheer
I feel I should be glad.
But none of you may understand
Christmas with my dad.
I wanted to laugh and be filled with holiday Joy.
But it seems my dad had other wishes,
like hoping I was a boy.
It's not like I couldn't make mine happy
now that he is dead.
But I just can't seem to get past memories
of Christmas out of my head.
Willow
That's sad.
I have lost a mother, a father and an older brother. Much as I miss them, I know they would not wish for my grief to keep me from living a full life. I can shed a tear for them while preparing for the merriest Christmas, as I am doing now.
Willow and edgar, your stories make me misty eyed.
every time my knuckles drag along the ground
i think about a haven, the new love i have found
who eat our lunches in the park
who watch the fireflies after dark
then stare as civilized planes hover round
hide beneath the bridges and hunker down
i hold you breathless and sing oh my love
i feel the explosions and sing oh my love
how far afield they rove
oh my love
Tis the day before Christmas Eve
We are tired now, but anticipation is great
We shall see what Santa has up his sleeve
We shall see that skeptic children believe
If for just one night
We have bought the final gift
We've planned our meal, we slip into our chairs and sigh
For our great expanding midrift
Soon the greatest of all days will be nigh
Peace will be in sight
unpacking moving boxes
Its been a year since the departure of the moving van,
I've been unpacking moving boxes as fast as I can.
Each box that I open lets a host of memories flood in,
photos of family members and old tax forms number 1010.
Choosing between what to throw away and what I must keep
to have a neat house means a painful memory sweep.
By year's end to be rid of moving boxes is my goal,
If I fail my Christmas stocking will be full of black coal.
BBB
Oh, BBB: a procrastinator also? Welcome to the club. I have crap piled everywhere because I seem to never get around to sorting it out.
Edgar
Edgar
Procrastinator I'm not quite, just old and disabled. I had to slow down because I kept injuring my back. But feeling better now and back to the unpacking grind. I hired a professional organizer to help me with the task to spare my poor back. She brings stuff to me and I make decisions to keep, donate or dump. She even takes the stuff to the donation facility, which is a big help. I have to find a place for everything. I provided lots of storage for my new home so that helps a lot.
I have tons of clothes that I no longer need in my retirement. I've been giving them to a charity that provides clothing to women who are seeking employment but can't yet afford the proper clothing for job interviews and starting new jobs. I'm glad to provide help to people who are trying to help themselves. I'm also donating stuff to Habitat to Humanity that will help people get into their new homes and to the Ronald MacDonald House charity to help furnish temporary living quarters for family members of patients in hospitals.
BBB
