Couldn’t help but think of lyrics from a Lyle Lovett song, “The sun comes up in a coffee cup…”
Rats. Couldn’t find a video.
What Impresses Women:
Should be part of a series.
“Each passenger is allowed one carry-on, and one personal item.”
“Everything bears fruit; man, gods, the whole universe, each in its proper season. No matter that the phrase is restricted in common use t o vine and such like. Reason, too, yields fruit, both for itself and for the world; since from it comes a harvest of other good things, themselves all bearing the stamp of reason.”
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, Book IX, verse 10.
Took time out Friday to pursue a relatively native pastime, plunking in the desert. To be honest? We weren’t in Texas. I ran a few rounds through a “Dirty Harry,” got and finally fired a 40. The little nine, I wasn’t paying attention, it was almost too small and the slide clipped a nail. Went through a half dozen targets, and the results are visible.
“Grace, you got some ear plugs or mickey mouse ears?”
“You’re sitting next to me, all weekend. If I’m deaf, I’ll be yelling, ‘What your birthday!'”