Another post on the legendary WordPress.com: I am chilled. Trepidation haunts my thinking when I contemplate my whole blog disintegrating into quarks and strange attractors. This is way way undercompensated by the strong urge to purge, i.e., to lay my gifts at your feet — whoever you are. I want to show what I have to offer and this is my platform 30000 feet off the ground and I fall on a spear left from one of the former wars — a javelin from a track meet.
We are staying in for Fireworks: no desire does either of us have to fight hellish Texaco Heat nor tangle with a crowd or two. We have a wonderous firework display planned for inside our home. Our ceiling is tall enough and we have enough room for an 1812 Orchestra — they are in the master bedroom now. The cannon just went off — I need my helmet and flack jacket. Join the 1812 Overture later?