Some novelists only feel safe publishing after their parents have died. Another group, mostly posthumous, worry what the kids will think.
Long-term remembrance: like roots deeply grown. The shorter-term stuff: like leaves quickly blown.
A great server, to look good, needs a good chef and, at the least, a not actively evil owner.
Compliments and praise bounce off the hard little ball of our pride, while a well-aimed rebuke can smash it to bits.
Don’t want 90% of your conversational diet to consist of medicines, treatments, and bodily functions gone terribly wrong? Don’t get old.
To save on fuel I dim the lights.
The sun thank God does not economize.
Chairman Joe
Regarding the first squib today - as you know, my entire family of origin is dead, and I have no children, by choice - - - - so, it would seem I can write whatever the hell I want to! Woo-hoo!
ReplyDeleteSecond to last, you say, "Don't get old." As is well known, if one lives long enough, being old comes with the package. All I would say about the dilemma is that getting old is not for sissies!
Thanks for the squibbettes