Just a reader, not a writer. I strive to be quiet and listen. I have opinions, but try hard to be respectful and not let an opinion of mine, expressed without care, cause upset. I live in a very rural area. A beautiful area, but have to drive a distance for a real choice in shopping. I don't have the time I'd like to have to be online reading and participating in the forums. Seems real life and it's demands get in the way of the complete life of leisure I desire. If only I had self cleaning everything - and four full time gardners. I love to garden, but the weather must be absolutely perfect. Just looking forward to spending more time here and reading and getting familiar.
Shell - Hell Erm, Elizabeth... <img src="/images/emoticons/hello.gif" alt="hello2"> You didn't add a letter. <img src="/images/emoticons/eusa_doh.gif" alt="d'oh!"> Drop a letter, add another and make a word by rearranging all five. 8- Thank you so much Anna, I got so busy (doing quantum physics, inventing vehicles that run on air, etc.) that I got confused again.Let me try again:Shell - hello
Shell - Hell
Send - Rend
Neat - Team
Leaver - Graduates
Miserly - ry = Smile
Outside - Certain
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High school is starting and I should be so excited. I am going to high school and my expectations are over the moon. Maybe just a little nervous ‘cause there will be so many students and teachers there I haven’t met. I don't know if any of my friends will be in my classes. Makes me nervous to have all new people. It still feels warm, but knowing the cooler autumn weather is just...
Added 16 Sep 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 24 | Avg Score 5 | Views 347 | 22 Comments
The world revolves my angel, and once more The time is coming when the days grow short, When happy thoughts of summer flee away, And all around is desolate and bare. Come fly with me to some exotic shore, Where bathed in golden light, we two can sport, Dancing gaily on the strand all the day, And through the night mount high into the air. O cruel lady, tell me what I've done, ...
Added 07 Oct 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 497 | 3 Comments
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