Nashville -- no stranger to the rain

After all the songs about rain,

The rainy night, the rain on the roof,

The rain in your blue eyes--

Hey Nashville, remember

What Waylon said -- Storms never last;

Yet from Ft. Wayne experience,

The mud lingers for weeks.

Note to BP: Your oily avoidance roils my sense of responsibility

If, by chance, oil should spew from Earth's dark mantle

Without the intervention of God, or Jed Clampett--

Then, indeed, British Petroleum, sans Transocean, or not;

With your oily avoidance, or not;

This ecologic nightmare IS "your accident."


Yours in responsible drilling, C.

That I should take a day off and go to Vera Bradley sale

So, I am. And the fun started tonight:

It was busy busy busy at the Jefferson Pointe Vera Bradley store. What makes women like VB so much? No clue.

Just a short thing I wrote in my head

On the way to work the other day:

These frigid days / strung like icicles / across the calendar / perhaps the reluctant sun / will drip them away.

It's been so long, and now this news

The party is so over

Good news: I had a birthday!

Good news: I was taken to lunch!

Good news: I was taken to dinner!

Good news: I was sent flowers!

Good news: I ordered a Kindle!

Good news: I had ice cream!

Good news: It was a wonderful day!

Inevitable news: My flowers are drooping.

Bad news: Gah. Now I'm even older.

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