I’m still mining Sundays from 10 years ago. I thought you might be interested to know that the big Web-page makeover that I’ve talked about recently (and have talked about off and on in the past) might really happen this time. If it doesn’t, I just wasted money on a retainer I paid to some fine young people who’re going to help me put it all together technically. Of course, I learned I’m still going to have to provide the content. Sheesh! It isn’t scheduled to roll out until spring, possibly even late spring, and I have no idea what it will look like, because I’ve yet to come up with a concept and the artwork to support it—that “content” bugaboo I mentioned. However, I will keep you posted as events warrant.
Literary Achievement
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442 responses to “Literary Achievement”
Please understand Loon is operating on a short nights sleep and too much diet coke. I promise to put her down for a nap and fill her sippy cup with only decaf for the rest of the day. We can all be thankful she is not into drinking Red Bull!
Oh, Lord. Now I’m cross-threaded with Loon and Jackie on my “rain check” comment.
Loon, don’t touch my “cross-threaded” remark, either. 🙂
P.S. I guess I missed the view of the vagina, too.
You two just make me laugh! Sand, I promise I will not invite Loon for a women’s lunch date to compare lives and opinions but I feel safe to say we might belong to the same persuasions.
Neither of you nor Jimmy nor Arlo are in my bad graces. You see, Jimmy is Jimmy and the message is subtle and complex and extremely funny!
I was just elaborating to my friend who is building my “learning curve” boat for me how I arrived at the “Bottoms Up!” name. Since he is retired Army I hope he won’t be offended. This is the one I plan to spend time practicing self recovery and flotation drills in until the new boat arrives.
It is easier to capsize but also easier to turn over and start again.
Love, Jackie
Jackie, instead of “Bottoms Up”, considering your background maybe you should name the boat “The Tipsy Gypsy”.
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Nope, Mark. It’s “Bottoms Up!” which actually touches on so much of my life and history. And actually, while tongue in cheek, is a personal message of thumbing my nose, which is what all boat names should be. I got to name almost all of Mike’s boats and a few belonging to other friends. The one that he should never have used was his choice, the “Jackquline” our big schooner which did not end well but in some respects did, a long way down the line
“Bottoms Up!” it is.
No references to the current A and J cartoon implied.
Love, Jackie
Not every sexual encounter has to be a big production. If he’s interested and she isn’t so much, it’s good to have a friendly and loving “quickie” or whatever develops. Now he is happy and she feels pretty good too.
Amen! By the way, all opinions welcome if not agreed upon.
Haven’t read most of the comments of this A.M.
Not to bring everyone down, but I felt I had to share. My “significant other”, with whom I have been living the past three months, passed away this morning. I am heartbroken and still somewhat in shock, but I am so glad that I was able to spend those months with him. To be a professional writer, he was rather inarticulate in expressing his own feelings, but he told me a few days ago – “I’m happy as a clam!”
I have been blessed.
Oh my God, Galliglo, know that you were loved and treasure the time you had together. I am walking just ahead of you but if you ever need someone to walk with alongside, I am here.
In fact, I am a semi-professional writer who is trying to put down on paper the journey I am going through. It is not an easy one but I have found the secret is putting one foot in front of the other and keep moving. My daily affirmations begin with get out of bed and let the dogs out. It ends with get dressed and noon.
May God sustain you, may his angels hold you in the palm of their hands and the shelter of their wings. We are not granted many chances and when they are gone you ask yourself a lot of questions. Ask them and stay strong.
I will give you my personal email if you want a friend to talk to. Heck, I am so transparent I run my own forum on the internet, my email addresses and phone numbers, all of it is there but I will willingly listen, write or talk about you need.
Love, Jackie Monies
Galliglo, I am so sorry for your loss. He must have been an exceptional man to be chosen by you to share your days, and I know the joy of his living will live on in your heart.
GiO, sorry to hear of you loss.
Galliglo, so sorry for your loss!
Gal, I am so terribly sorry for your loss. But it is obvious your relationship brought you joy and happiness. Remember that. And remember that you will be in my thoughts and prayers.
Offering condolences seems to be something we are doing all too often around here lately. One of the prices one pays for caring, I suppose.
Charlotte, not certain how folks in New Hampshire define ‘quickie.’ In Texas I’ve heard it defined as: a happening in the shallow end of the pool with someone elses SO.
Sand, I am not going there! Levity nor levitation seems in order right now. On second thought, maybe it is. Laughing though pain here has kept me going.
So I will say, that sex in the deep end or water over your head is truly a “quickie” because it depends on how well you tread water before you go under.
Gal, I’m truly sorry to hear your news. As Ghost wrote, I agree that these needs for sympathy are becoming all too frequent. Perchance I missed some critical information in the past, but I had no idea the gentleman was even ill. Hang in there – this is when your faith pays dividends.
In a hot tub, with water neither deep nor totally shallow….
Felt as though I about killed myself! I won’t do that again in a big hurry (unless, of course, the opportunity arises)!
I think for many of us, you may have nailed it CEP. If opportunity arises! I am sitting here laughing again.
Galliglo,
So sorry for your loss! You have our prayers.
Just stumbled over a friend’s boat I named, “Queequag’s Coffin”. He is a college professor and a most brilliant man who tries to make it as hard to not drown as possible. Anyway, when he built Queequag’s Coffin I told him it reminded me of the Moby Dick plot in many, many ways and suggested the name. He liked it but was hesitant to use a name which he thought was bad luck, bad juujuu. I pointed out to him it was the coffin that survived the sinking and saved Ismael, who told the tale.
On topic of literary achievement, the great American novel.
On topic of poetry. Rod McKuen, poet for a generation of Americans has left the building. He had his seasons in the sun. 😉
On Rod McKuen: I know his poetry is not favored by so-called intellectuals, but it struck a chord with some of us at a certain point in our lives. A few lines have stuck with me that I suspect others in this village might identify with, such as “There’s a few more lonesome cities that I’d like to see, while the wine of wandering is still inside of me…” And some might have “a few more oats to sow” 🙂
The Village grieves for your loss, Galliglo. We all send thoughts and prayers and virtual hugs.
As a friend of mine pointed out, Jackie, we don’t actually know the narrator’s name. The novel (which was not, BTW, well received when it first came out) starts with the line, “Call me Ishmael.” This implies, does it not, that this isn’t his real name?