There's something new about using a scheduled post to say that 'blogging will be light . . .
Now that I think about it . . . for the post to be appropriate for the day in which it is scheduled to appear, it shouldn't say that something will happen but that something is happening. (Ah, the intricate romance between grammar and time!)
"I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep!..."
...because I am not there with a beer trying not to stare but to gather memories in eddies of seashells iconic silhouette of palms shaped pulses regularly timed doses of peace.
There once was a man in Manhattan, who ate no subs that did fatten, I wish I was there where it's (also) hard not to stare but the beach sand I admit was like satin.
Indubitably Mrs. D, 'though even I have to admit the beach trip logs are starting to sound the same. How many ways can I describe beer and beach? Oh, let me count the ways! :-)
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There's something new about using a scheduled post to say that 'blogging will be light . . .
Now that I think about it . . . for the post to be appropriate for the day in which it is scheduled to appear, it shouldn't say that something will happen but that something is happening. (Ah, the intricate romance between grammar and time!)
"I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!..."
...because I am not there
with a beer trying not to stare
but to gather memories in eddies of seashells
iconic silhouette of palms
shaped pulses regularly timed
doses of peace.
Right back at you, Richard Beach :)
There once was a man in Manhattan,
who ate no subs that did fatten,
I wish I was there
where it's (also) hard not to stare
but the beach sand I admit was like satin.
Vicarious Vacationing comin' up! Whoo!
Indubitably Mrs. D, 'though even I have to admit the beach trip logs are starting to sound the same. How many ways can I describe beer and beach? Oh, let me count the ways! :-)
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