“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
And no, I haven't figured out why my google blogger tag comes out as "c". And it is about 400 things down my list of life mysteries to solve, so I may never figure it out.
Although one signed in, the letter sceamble is easier to see through.
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krm - A boring weekend can be nice. It is probably better than a holiday with my family.
ReplyDeleteThe unscramble the letters thing to post here always gives me fits.
And no, I haven't figured out why my google blogger tag comes out as "c". And it is about 400 things down my list of life mysteries to solve, so I may never figure it out.
ReplyDeleteAlthough one signed in, the letter sceamble is easier to see through.