+JMJ+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 roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep!..."...because I am not therewith a beer trying not to starebut to gather memories in eddies of seashellsiconic silhouette of palmsshaped pulses regularly timeddoses 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 therewhere it's (also) hard not to starebut 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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