tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63838612009-10-17T13:50:39.350-04:00petalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07738458466265028397noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6383861.post-1155565128414717292007-09-21T10:18:00.000-04:002007-10-10T16:58:18.700-04:00

I'm officially at a loss here with online dating.Scary isn't the right word. Freakish, perhaps.Here's a man who contacted me on Yahoo personals. He sent me an email that said "Hi!" Nothing more. So, I took a look at his profile.... short and to the point, and, well - words escape me... (copied & pasted verbatim, no editing)nice guy, likes to be outdoors. i'am warm and fun, sometimes silly.likes

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SolaceRain falling,a patterned rhythm with my heartsalty cool on my lips, unhurried, flowing freely.just yesterday a child, flushed cheeks buriedin dampened sheetsan aqueous solace so imperfect,yet the soft-pedal yieldsand waves roll gently over me.tears an evanescenceas sleep, welcomed, surrounds me.+ - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - +insideshe stares at themblack isles of knowing nothingveiled

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Swiss Pines.I should have known from the get-go that visiting any Japanese Garden named Swiss Pines was questionable. One doesn't necessarily expect to cross paths with a rather spookish (and gnarly toe-nailed) German woman (aka Frau Blucher, the trustee), and one odd-lot groundskeeper of 44 years (no, not old, but of years tending the grounds), who took our $5 donation in exchange for a mug

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FlyDreams imagined…Rays like that of sweet translucent honey,Spun through the shadows of my emotions.My mind is a soft spring moss,Velvet, cool with morning dew.In it the hushed comfort of my solitudeLulls me to repose.A spirit unlike most…Distinguished; rich in love,Like a gentle hand outstretched,Mending a broken wing of the delicate sparrow.With it I fly freely now,And we join together,Blended

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It's a safe bet that no one wants to read forlorn lugubrious* words about Mother's Day. But, it is a bona fide fact that my Mom is dead, and therefore it's my prerogative to write whatever I damn well please to make me feel cheery about this day. Nope, I didn't sit around gnashing my teeth or weeping, but instead did my own Mom thing with Zach, pilfering through Target (of course I paid!) and

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Reasons why the single life can be a bit sub par at times (and a good reason why a single woman needs a significant other to boss around):1. I had to power up the sump pump during a heavy rain late last night, reaching into the ominous webby pit to plug it in(standing there staring at it a couple minutes to get up the nerve), only to have the pleasure of a big brown wolf spider emerging at my

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Zach turned twelve this past Saturday.With it comes the realization of fleeting time and his skillful mastering of armpit farts. One of the birthday presents I bought for him was an AC/DC Live Digitally remastered 2-CD set. I might add that it was the only compilation of their more popular songs, as they surprisingly and annoyingly don't have a "best of" CD out there. He's taken an interest in

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I recently visited the Philadelphia Museum of Art - long overdue as I hadn't been there in over a year... and was drawn back to several pieces, one in particular: Degas' "After the Bath, c.1896". There are several nude bather pieces by Degas, but only one in this museum... Granted, this jpeg doesn't do it much justice - however, I can only say that as an original piece of art, it was stunning. A

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