ANOTHER MOVE!

yeah, yeah, yeah, i know i said i was done moving for a while.  that lasted all of a year, and here i am again, going through all of my worldly possessions with a fine-toothed comb.  i pitch what won't fit in the new pad and stuff everything that's left into cardboard boxes.  five years and ELEVEN moves later (yes, i counted moves to and from university; the same principle applies), my belongings have seriously dwindled.

until now.

ladies and gentlemen... we have COOKWARE.

lots of it.

and it will be used.

SOON.


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A Lesson From a Wishing Well

i'm the queen of wishing wells,
protector of unsaid dreams.
i see the things inside your head,
the threads that bind the seams.
you've probably never seen me;
i don't like being watched.
i've eluded you for centuries.
i've never yet been caught.
no name, have i, to be called upon,
no word so sweet or true
can bring to mind full meaning
of the work i lovingly do.
while you sleep, e'er you dream
my nimble fingers strum
the strings that make your mind whirl
and your heart beat full, like a drum.
these dreams you have, they give you hope
though they may ne'er come true;
i'll be there to keep them fresh
as morning's first sweet dew.
when friendly sun calls your mind
to fly 'mongst clouds and air,
be not afraid, you're never alone;
in daylight, i'm still there.
the visions you don't understand,
of fear, or pain, or woe,
have not been sent to trouble you,
but rather to help you know
that life can't always be sweetness;
it needs it's bits of pain
to help human hearts appreciate
the treasures we're meant to gain.
we're all deserving of love and life,
though both are rather fleeting,
but happiest are the lives of those
that cherish both so sweetly.

i pledge to read the PRINTED WORD

and you should, too.

start with Little Women.  you won't be sorry.

an orginal epic...

Oklahoma Smith and the Quest for the Holy Grill