Photo;Shandra Beri
There was a time (ah, the tortured clarity of youth...) when everything mattered. The smallest dark moment could expand into something that could take on it's own identity and stomp around in my head like a drunken giant for days. But really, for what? I had the blind good fortune of being born into the last decadent
moments of this rapidly eroding first world bacchanal, am about to consume a warm wild-caught salmon salad and my friend is making me laugh.
Rome is burning you say? Get me my fiddle!!!!
Well. And you're also living in a place which all the world knows will self destruct, any second now. :-) I think that can affect one's weltanschauung pretty negatively.
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ReplyDeleteAh Greenpa, THIS is why I love you!
:)
(and yes, probably true...)
You are a baffling woman. :-) (Generally considered an asset.)
ReplyDeleteDropping that on me, right out here in public. Thank you. I assume you realize you have greatly expanded my fantasy life.
It's a strange thing; as far apart as we are in many ways; somehow, yes, you are very dear to me, also.
Dear Greenpa,
ReplyDeleteAll women are baffling.
Please keep this in mind as you raise up another one for The Girl Army.
:)
:-) Son of a gun. You know- now that I think of it- I'm very hard put to name any of my acquaintance who are not... an epiphany! :-)
DeleteYour epiphany still won't help you....MUWAHAHAHA!
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lol. Ah, well, THAT particular epiphany piffed a long time ago.
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