Moving into different digs this week and so do not know when I’ll be peering in again. While I was shuffling and purging I found this note in an old note book...it is legible and no misspellings, so I did not write it. (hah, Lonnie!)
Not so much an urgent plea... the tentative nature of this is more of a reminder than a mishap. But it seems like an appropriate symbol of the relocation-orientation.
A short while ago I received a kudos nod in the form of the sunshine award from Catherine.
She writes an eye-candy of a blog, A THOUSAND CLAPPING HANDS. It is easy to imagine her to be the most genteel blogger out there. Actually Blogger is a coarse name for what she does.... and a she must have impeccable taste, she picked me! (just part of her great link-list)
"...amid a flock of pigeons that I think of today as being like so many slaps in the face, whereas they seemed to me at the time like a foretaste of a thousand clapping hands." -Jean Cocteau
I am suppose to say things about myself, but I reckon you know enough, and I will pass the award on at a later date as I need to put the computer in a box.