Kasn glanced at the clock -- Holy Lingor! It was 20:45, much later than she had intended. But she grinned, thinking my concentration skills are excellent. She ought to be able to wrap up this game in just another couple of moves ... she focused on the pattern, trying to discern the flow and weave of the filaments ... turn it inside out, flip these two, turn this one inside out, flip this and cross these with that one ... there! The pieces finally fell into place as she congratulated herself on another win.
Ji’Ard will be jealous, she thought, but maybe I shouldn’t tell him about my victory. She put the comfloat away and started back to her quadrant. It wouldn’t really be a good idea to make Ji’Ard any more of an enemy than he was now. His father was board commander which meant his schooling was guaranteed, and probably any assignment he wanted as well. That wouldn’t be so bad but he was such a bully -- a petty, mean, back-stabbing, out-for-himself bully who definitely could not be counted on in any of the group assignments. She’d learned to work around him, but it wasn’t easy.
Her parents had been killed three years ago -- her father was squadmander and her mother was shamander and they’d been assassinated on the way to their assignment. It had been devastating to Kasn and she thought she’d never recover enough to finish her studies, let alone finish in good standing. But someone had paid for a companion who stayed with her and helped keep her sane.
She didn’t know for sure, but thought old Ma’Tin had been her benefactor. He was a strange duck. His property was behind her homestead and even though she’d only seen him once, her parents had respected him enough to allow him hunting and mineral rights on their ‘stead. That was unheard of -- sharing minerals especially. Maybe someday she’d know the story behind that respect.
She cut through the trees behind her quadrant, taking the short cut so she could avoid the students and instructors who would be walking hurriedly on their way to somewhere. No sense in being called to attention and questioned. As she hurried along, a niggling thought pushed through from the back of her mind -- it’s too quiet. She slowed slightly and surreptitiously glanced around, trying to figure out the cause of the absence of people and sound. She couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, really, but thought she’d use the maintenance entrance and scoot up the back stairs just to be cautious.
By the time she reached her room, she was decidedly uneasy. When she thumbed the scan but didn’t hear a corresponding snick from her lock, she didn’t know whether she should even enter her room. Staying in the corridor was not an option however so, barely breathing, she quietly opened the door, looked into her room, and gasped as she recognized Ma’Tin sitting at her desk.
“Elder...” she started to say.
“No child. Say nothing. Come in quickly!” Ma’Tin spoke in hurried, hushed tones as he stood. “You must gather your most precious things into one bag so we can depart immediately. They are coming to assassinate you.”
Startled, Kasn wanted the whole story right now, but knew enough about danger to do as he said. She packed light and quickly threw on a dark shirt and jacket. Ma’Tin nodded, then took her left hand and placed it on a black, spongy grip which was attached to a small instrument in his hands. He tapped keys on the instrument, held her right hand in his and ... they vanished.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
vignette
She’d been gone for six months. Six lonely, confusing months that had ultimately led him to the decision to sell the house. He’d never really liked that house, and now there was no reason to stay in it. He’d sell it, then visit his brothers and sisters, all scattered around the country. Maybe he’d find a place that spoke to him and buy a house there...
She’d been gone for five years. A lot had happened in that space of time -- he’d traveled the country, found new friends, made decisions on a whim. It had been refreshing and fun, but now it was time to settle in again. Both his girls lived in the same town and both were pregnant. He liked the town; even though it wasn’t a big place and didn’t have all that much going on, it had good people and he would get along just fine...
She’d been gone for thirteen years. He had six grandchildren, two of them twins, and he enjoyed his life immensely. His part-time job as a sacker at the small grocery allowed him to keep moving and to interact with people; he always went to church and found time to get involved at the senior center.
But the part of his life he liked the best was when his grandkids came by. Especially the youngest girl, Sophie. Sophie was six now, with a long brown ponytail of hair that refused to stay in the rubber band, big brown eyes, and a heart as big as the sky. They’d go for walks, swing in the park, and eat ice cream sundaes, and he never, ever got tired of listening to her imagination.
“Grandpa,” she said one day as they sat on the porch swing, “are you old?”
He chuckled at the question and the truth of it. “Yes, I am old,” he replied softly. “I’m 84 years old, but you keep me young, Sophie.”
She gave him her sweet smile. “Well, I don’t think you’re old. But if you are old you must have had a lot of ‘ventures, like with dragons and swords and ladies. Who was your greatest love?”
He was a little surprised until he remembered that she enjoyed reading about fairy-tales and knights of yore. “Well,” he said, “my greatest love was someone named Meggie.”
“But I thought grandma’s name was Catherine,” said Sophie with a confused frown.
“Oh, it was and I loved your grandmother very much, don’t get me wrong,” he said. “But my greatest love was Meggie and I always wondered what happened to her.”
“When did you know her?”
“She and I played together one summer when she was visiting the kids next door. I was 16 and she was 15, and I fell hard for her. She had red hair and sparkly green eyes and the kindest soul I’ve ever known. We would take the younger kids to the park, go bike-riding, splash in the stream back behind the fields ... we laughed together and planned together and it was just magic.”
“Did you kiss her?”
“Well now, the night before she left I was able to steal a quick kiss before she went into the house, but that’s all. And the next morning she was gone.”
“What made her different from grandma?”
“Hmmm ... I guess it’s just that there was magic between us. That’s the only way I can describe it. We were comfortable, we were ‘in tune’ as the young kids say, and we knew what the other was thinking. It’s hard to describe -- everything was just right. I never had that magic with anyone else.” After a moment’s thought he continued. “And, I suppose, magic is most likely to happen when you’re young.”
The breeze soughed softly through the trees as the porch swing moved gently to and fro, and together they sat there with their own thoughts, quietly enjoying the afternoon. After awhile Sophie leaned against him and put her tiny hand on his tummy as she drifted off to sleep.
She’d been gone for five years. A lot had happened in that space of time -- he’d traveled the country, found new friends, made decisions on a whim. It had been refreshing and fun, but now it was time to settle in again. Both his girls lived in the same town and both were pregnant. He liked the town; even though it wasn’t a big place and didn’t have all that much going on, it had good people and he would get along just fine...
She’d been gone for thirteen years. He had six grandchildren, two of them twins, and he enjoyed his life immensely. His part-time job as a sacker at the small grocery allowed him to keep moving and to interact with people; he always went to church and found time to get involved at the senior center.
But the part of his life he liked the best was when his grandkids came by. Especially the youngest girl, Sophie. Sophie was six now, with a long brown ponytail of hair that refused to stay in the rubber band, big brown eyes, and a heart as big as the sky. They’d go for walks, swing in the park, and eat ice cream sundaes, and he never, ever got tired of listening to her imagination.
“Grandpa,” she said one day as they sat on the porch swing, “are you old?”
He chuckled at the question and the truth of it. “Yes, I am old,” he replied softly. “I’m 84 years old, but you keep me young, Sophie.”
She gave him her sweet smile. “Well, I don’t think you’re old. But if you are old you must have had a lot of ‘ventures, like with dragons and swords and ladies. Who was your greatest love?”
He was a little surprised until he remembered that she enjoyed reading about fairy-tales and knights of yore. “Well,” he said, “my greatest love was someone named Meggie.”
“But I thought grandma’s name was Catherine,” said Sophie with a confused frown.
“Oh, it was and I loved your grandmother very much, don’t get me wrong,” he said. “But my greatest love was Meggie and I always wondered what happened to her.”
“When did you know her?”
“She and I played together one summer when she was visiting the kids next door. I was 16 and she was 15, and I fell hard for her. She had red hair and sparkly green eyes and the kindest soul I’ve ever known. We would take the younger kids to the park, go bike-riding, splash in the stream back behind the fields ... we laughed together and planned together and it was just magic.”
“Did you kiss her?”
“Well now, the night before she left I was able to steal a quick kiss before she went into the house, but that’s all. And the next morning she was gone.”
“What made her different from grandma?”
“Hmmm ... I guess it’s just that there was magic between us. That’s the only way I can describe it. We were comfortable, we were ‘in tune’ as the young kids say, and we knew what the other was thinking. It’s hard to describe -- everything was just right. I never had that magic with anyone else.” After a moment’s thought he continued. “And, I suppose, magic is most likely to happen when you’re young.”
The breeze soughed softly through the trees as the porch swing moved gently to and fro, and together they sat there with their own thoughts, quietly enjoying the afternoon. After awhile Sophie leaned against him and put her tiny hand on his tummy as she drifted off to sleep.
stand back
i was looking for any video showing traffic cops being cool and doing their thing, when i ran across this. i can't imagine this was staged so ... wow!!! how unreal!
Friday, December 15, 2006
vignette
Wims had been tracking the Duster for days, and was finally closing in. “Just try to get out of this one, fuzz-face. You’re dead meat.” Wims talked to himself a lot, especially since he worked alone. Well, alone in that there were no other humans in his group, but he did have a partner ... a fully-functional, standard-size, bi-pedal, A.I. bot who called himself Sir Tan -- a bit of whimsy programmed by his grandfather who’d procured the bot for Wims.
“Excuse me, Sir Wims,” said Sir Tan, “it’s possible you have overlooked one slight detail -- we are closing in on the area known as Gonagin and--”
“What?! That’s impossible! We’re not close enough... Here! Let me see that chart!” Wims grabbed the map from the bot and looked at it intently. “Dammit to hell! If he goes in there, he will be gone again.” Wims muttered to himself for a few minutes, tossing suggestions and scenarios back and forth to himself. Finally, he sighed. “There’s no way out of it. We’ll have to go in after him and just fly through the stuff.”
“B-b-but Sir,” stammered the droid, “that’s pea soup, white effluvium, a coiling miasma, scud, pother, smaze, a dangerous will-o-the-wisp, a mysterious perturbation that has no rules -- we can’t go in there!”
“Tan, my man, have no fear. There’s nothing we can’t do if we put our minds to it. After all, if the Duster can do it, we can do it! Right? Yes! Now go back to your desk and read up on everything you can get your hands on about Gonagin.”
“But sir, the whole place is beginnings and ends, ups and downs, ins and outs -- there’s no way to predict where you’ll end up once you enter and no way to find your way back. It’s a classic quantum conundrum. It’s all in my data banks -- nothing is certain there except all uncertainties.”
“Be that as it may, Tan, we’re going in. Simply consider this an adventure. It’s just that we don’t know where we’re going, which happens to be a very human experience, Tan, so enjoy yourself. You’re not going to get many chances to be human.”
“Yes, sir,” gulped Tan, “would it be appropriate for me to faint?”
“Good grief,” said Wims distractedly as he studied the chart. “That’s what girls do and I always thought of you as male. Why don’t you belch or something.”
“Belch, sir? Like... like this, sir?” whereupon a huge gastroidal sound emanated from Sir Tan. Seeing the awe on Wims’ stunned face, the robot almost blushed. “I copied it from you, sir, the last time you had pizza and beer. It seemed so satisfying.”
“There you go, Tan. And you’ll never see me faint, so feel free to belch anytime you need to.”
“Yes (belch), sir (belch),” said the bot who promptly began grid-walking and emitting hearty belches every few seconds. “We can (belch) do it (belch). Gonagin doesn’t frighten us (belch)!” whereupon, with stout-hearted masculine vigor, Sir Tan fainted.
“Excuse me, Sir Wims,” said Sir Tan, “it’s possible you have overlooked one slight detail -- we are closing in on the area known as Gonagin and--”
“What?! That’s impossible! We’re not close enough... Here! Let me see that chart!” Wims grabbed the map from the bot and looked at it intently. “Dammit to hell! If he goes in there, he will be gone again.” Wims muttered to himself for a few minutes, tossing suggestions and scenarios back and forth to himself. Finally, he sighed. “There’s no way out of it. We’ll have to go in after him and just fly through the stuff.”
“B-b-but Sir,” stammered the droid, “that’s pea soup, white effluvium, a coiling miasma, scud, pother, smaze, a dangerous will-o-the-wisp, a mysterious perturbation that has no rules -- we can’t go in there!”
“Tan, my man, have no fear. There’s nothing we can’t do if we put our minds to it. After all, if the Duster can do it, we can do it! Right? Yes! Now go back to your desk and read up on everything you can get your hands on about Gonagin.”
“But sir, the whole place is beginnings and ends, ups and downs, ins and outs -- there’s no way to predict where you’ll end up once you enter and no way to find your way back. It’s a classic quantum conundrum. It’s all in my data banks -- nothing is certain there except all uncertainties.”
“Be that as it may, Tan, we’re going in. Simply consider this an adventure. It’s just that we don’t know where we’re going, which happens to be a very human experience, Tan, so enjoy yourself. You’re not going to get many chances to be human.”
“Yes, sir,” gulped Tan, “would it be appropriate for me to faint?”
“Good grief,” said Wims distractedly as he studied the chart. “That’s what girls do and I always thought of you as male. Why don’t you belch or something.”
“Belch, sir? Like... like this, sir?” whereupon a huge gastroidal sound emanated from Sir Tan. Seeing the awe on Wims’ stunned face, the robot almost blushed. “I copied it from you, sir, the last time you had pizza and beer. It seemed so satisfying.”
“There you go, Tan. And you’ll never see me faint, so feel free to belch anytime you need to.”
“Yes (belch), sir (belch),” said the bot who promptly began grid-walking and emitting hearty belches every few seconds. “We can (belch) do it (belch). Gonagin doesn’t frighten us (belch)!” whereupon, with stout-hearted masculine vigor, Sir Tan fainted.
musical planes
today was the last day at the restaurant. it looks like jean won't be back until the ... well, let me back up. at first she was going to be gone 5 days which meant she'd be back last monday. then it got changed to the 26th (i think it cost her $50 to change her flight). then it got changed until the middle of january (i think that cost $200) so she'd be back in time to cater the wedding of a little gal here in town. the gal came in today and said the wedding had been postponed until next summer at the earliest. when we tell jean tomorrow, i expect her to say she won't be back at all. but maybe she will come back to oversee her things getting packed.
it's amazing how fluid some people's lives are!
it's amazing how fluid some people's lives are!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
children
"The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any." -Fred Astaire
"There are three ways to get something done - do it yourself, hire someone to do it, or ask your kids not to do it." -Malcolm Kushner
"Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing." -Phyllis Diller
"When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they're finished, I climb out." -Erma Bombeck
"The toughest thing about raising kids is convincing them that you have seniority." -Gene Brown
"There are three ways to get something done - do it yourself, hire someone to do it, or ask your kids not to do it." -Malcolm Kushner
"Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing." -Phyllis Diller
"When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they're finished, I climb out." -Erma Bombeck
"The toughest thing about raising kids is convincing them that you have seniority." -Gene Brown
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
oh... pretty
if you're interested in the northern lights -- thursday, friday, and saturday are prime viewing nights. we, unfortunately, will be having rain and minor hurricane force winds in our area, but the rest of you, perhaps as far south as the mid u.s. but certainly as far as minneapolis and chicago, will have a good chance of seeing something pretty. 2 am seems to be a good viewing time. good luck!
for more info go here or here.
for more info go here or here.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
upgrade
just a note to my blog team members -- if any of you decide to make a post here, you will need to create a google account to be able to post (you'll log in through it to post). it's no biggee, just follow the steps. if you already have a google account set up, then... fini.
this does not apply to those people who make comments. commenting is the same as always.
this does not apply to those people who make comments. commenting is the same as always.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
dream 2
The husband and I, in a last minute decision, were going to dinner with some old friends and we had to hurry, so I tossed on some jeans, a shirt, and my coat, and the four of us got in the car.
We had to stop by my folks’ house and hubby went up to get something. Then I realized I could go in and get something better to wear real quick, so I got out of the car, headed up to the house, met the husband coming back down, who asked if I needed the keys whereupon I said no. When I got up on the porch I realized I did need the keys, but then saw the 2” x 3” keybox and was relieved. the keybox was located in the edge of the aluminum screen door. But then I remembered I didn’t know the code anymore and, in despair, thought great! So I put in g-r-8 and it unlocked to reveal a 10” by 4” 2-compartment box with gloves and earmuffs on the bottom and several stacks of money and keys on the top.
So I took the keys, unlocked the door, put the keys back, shut the keybox, and went inside. The parents had made some changes to the house, but I tried not to notice since they were going to proudly show me everything later. I made my way back to my old bedroom and started quickly looking through my old closet. I saw a denim jacket, a pretty polished cotton, navy-blue, business-style flowered jacket (with hood), several blouses, and miscellaneous other stuff. I finally tried on the polished cotton jacket, which was just lovely, and looked in the mirror. I was shocked to see that I had on low-cut jeans with ugly flowers on them and a sleeveless baby-doll untucked blouse, and all of it clashed horribly with the beautiful jacket. I was dismayed and turned to go back and find something better when I noticed the kitchen light was still on. (?!)
I went in and tried to turn off the light, but the switch wouldn’t work. I pushed hard on it and it finally went down and the lights went off, but as I turned away the switch went back up and the lights came back on. I tried several times to get them off but nothing worked so I was resigned to them being on and went back to the closet.
I hung the pretty jacket up and looked frantically for the denim jacket but couldn’t find it. Then I heard voices and thought oh no: burglars but couldn’t worry about them right now. My cell phone rang and it was hubby reminding me we needed to go and I said I knew it and that I would be right out.
Still searching through the clothes, I finally recognized it wasn’t burglars but my family, and my mom came into the bedroom. She was taller and quieter than I remembered and I gave her a hug and asked her if she had a pair of jeans I could wear, but she didn’t have much to say so I turned back to continue searching. Then dad came in and I gave him a hug and asked how he was. He said that he was grieving for himself because he had found out he had terminal cancer. I thought the grieving was a healthy thing to do but felt bad about it, and politely listened as he started explaining that the government building he had worked in for 14 years was found to be defective somehow -- some underground threat, like radon or something -- and as he corrected, reworded, and interrupted himself in an effort to get the story exactly right (which i vaguely recalled reading about in the paper), I felt more and more agitated since i needed to get back to finding the right clothes so I could get out of there and get back to the car for our dinner engagement.
Then I awoke.
We had to stop by my folks’ house and hubby went up to get something. Then I realized I could go in and get something better to wear real quick, so I got out of the car, headed up to the house, met the husband coming back down, who asked if I needed the keys whereupon I said no. When I got up on the porch I realized I did need the keys, but then saw the 2” x 3” keybox and was relieved. the keybox was located in the edge of the aluminum screen door. But then I remembered I didn’t know the code anymore and, in despair, thought great! So I put in g-r-8 and it unlocked to reveal a 10” by 4” 2-compartment box with gloves and earmuffs on the bottom and several stacks of money and keys on the top.
So I took the keys, unlocked the door, put the keys back, shut the keybox, and went inside. The parents had made some changes to the house, but I tried not to notice since they were going to proudly show me everything later. I made my way back to my old bedroom and started quickly looking through my old closet. I saw a denim jacket, a pretty polished cotton, navy-blue, business-style flowered jacket (with hood), several blouses, and miscellaneous other stuff. I finally tried on the polished cotton jacket, which was just lovely, and looked in the mirror. I was shocked to see that I had on low-cut jeans with ugly flowers on them and a sleeveless baby-doll untucked blouse, and all of it clashed horribly with the beautiful jacket. I was dismayed and turned to go back and find something better when I noticed the kitchen light was still on. (?!)
I went in and tried to turn off the light, but the switch wouldn’t work. I pushed hard on it and it finally went down and the lights went off, but as I turned away the switch went back up and the lights came back on. I tried several times to get them off but nothing worked so I was resigned to them being on and went back to the closet.
I hung the pretty jacket up and looked frantically for the denim jacket but couldn’t find it. Then I heard voices and thought oh no: burglars but couldn’t worry about them right now. My cell phone rang and it was hubby reminding me we needed to go and I said I knew it and that I would be right out.
Still searching through the clothes, I finally recognized it wasn’t burglars but my family, and my mom came into the bedroom. She was taller and quieter than I remembered and I gave her a hug and asked her if she had a pair of jeans I could wear, but she didn’t have much to say so I turned back to continue searching. Then dad came in and I gave him a hug and asked how he was. He said that he was grieving for himself because he had found out he had terminal cancer. I thought the grieving was a healthy thing to do but felt bad about it, and politely listened as he started explaining that the government building he had worked in for 14 years was found to be defective somehow -- some underground threat, like radon or something -- and as he corrected, reworded, and interrupted himself in an effort to get the story exactly right (which i vaguely recalled reading about in the paper), I felt more and more agitated since i needed to get back to finding the right clothes so I could get out of there and get back to the car for our dinner engagement.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
mind food
"We could certainly slow the aging process down if it had to work its way through Congress." -- Will Rogers
"Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask ourselves this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn't, it is of no use." -- Carlos Castaneda
"Except for an occasional heart attack I feel as young as I ever did." -- Robert Benchley
"Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask ourselves this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn't, it is of no use." -- Carlos Castaneda
"Except for an occasional heart attack I feel as young as I ever did." -- Robert Benchley
Monday, December 04, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
anomalistic paradox
jean doesn't like driving on ice and snow -- she mentioned one time that she had driven on snow/ice somewhere when her son was a baby. she'd been stopped at a stop sign, and when she slowly started up, her car decided to simply slide down an extremely steep embankment. the car didn't turn over and neither of them were hurt, but the patrolman was amazed. he said if she'd been turned just a bit, she would have rolled and not survived.
it made me wonder -- how many people are dead, who (if they had lived) would have crossed paths with me? they would probably have been people i would have liked. and i would never know unless i had access to parallel worlds.
it made me wonder -- how many people are dead, who (if they had lived) would have crossed paths with me? they would probably have been people i would have liked. and i would never know unless i had access to parallel worlds.
quote
hahaha, this is the best quote i've seen in quite awhile:
Others have pointed out before that savvy computer users could modify an airline Web page to print fake boarding passes, but Soghoian took it a step further and automated it.
“Before, any 12-year-old could have done it,” Soghoian said on Friday. “Now any 30- or 40-year-old could do it as well.” (from http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15449482/)
Others have pointed out before that savvy computer users could modify an airline Web page to print fake boarding passes, but Soghoian took it a step further and automated it.
“Before, any 12-year-old could have done it,” Soghoian said on Friday. “Now any 30- or 40-year-old could do it as well.” (from http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15449482/)
if i were younger
i'm so excited. once again my home state is doing intelligent and forward-thinking things, and being on the cutting edge. they are putting together a spaceport!!! isn't that cool?! so far, this country has put or is putting together spaceport sites in california, florida, alaska, virginia, texas, new mexico, wisconsin, ohio, and oklahoma.
and one of the neatest things about the spaceport is that it is located pretty close to the itty, bitty town where my dad grew up and i spent many a summer in my yute -- oklahomans are some of the nicest, most well-bred, gentle folk you will ever encounter anywhere.
when the husband, the boys, and i lived just outside of oklahoma city, we sent both the kids to a fun summer activity called space camp, so it doesn't surprise me that there is now a spaceport in the state. (a number of astronauts have come from oklahoma.) some oklahomans can be pretty backward, but the ones who are bright, are very bright indeed. go my home state!
and one of the neatest things about the spaceport is that it is located pretty close to the itty, bitty town where my dad grew up and i spent many a summer in my yute -- oklahomans are some of the nicest, most well-bred, gentle folk you will ever encounter anywhere.
when the husband, the boys, and i lived just outside of oklahoma city, we sent both the kids to a fun summer activity called space camp, so it doesn't surprise me that there is now a spaceport in the state. (a number of astronauts have come from oklahoma.) some oklahomans can be pretty backward, but the ones who are bright, are very bright indeed. go my home state!
Friday, December 01, 2006
voila!
we have a glorious day today full of sunshine and white reflective snow. it has stayed white because no one has been able to get around on it -- the snow had a brief period of right-at-freezing temps which left a sheen of water which then froze. under the last two inches of snow is solid ice and people have stayed home. smart thinking. but today we have sunshine which may make people think it's safe to get out (after being stuck inside for a week) and hubby has gone down to the restaurant with jean to open up and see if any customers come in.
hubby and i are going to run the restaurant all by ourselves next week while jean is in atlanta seeing her mother and trying to arrange the purchase of a bakery that is for sale in exactly the neighborhood she wants to move into. i hope she is successful and that we are too, bringing in the much needed bucks.
another glorious thing is the animusic phenomenon. haven't heard of them? do you have music in your soul? go to this website and be presented with wonderful sounds and images which you can download. we bought two of their cd's and thoroughly enjoyed them. best of luck to these small entrepreneurs.
hubby and i are going to run the restaurant all by ourselves next week while jean is in atlanta seeing her mother and trying to arrange the purchase of a bakery that is for sale in exactly the neighborhood she wants to move into. i hope she is successful and that we are too, bringing in the much needed bucks.
another glorious thing is the animusic phenomenon. haven't heard of them? do you have music in your soul? go to this website and be presented with wonderful sounds and images which you can download. we bought two of their cd's and thoroughly enjoyed them. best of luck to these small entrepreneurs.
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