Christmas?
I'm thinking of cancelling Christmas.
I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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To sweet Ezra and Henry and Jen a merry Christmas and hugs. :)
Have a great one you too!
Merry Christmas to you and Jen and your two little rascals [Racker]. Have a great time.
We get more and more snow. It's crazy to have so much here.
For me, it is hard to believe the boy is this big already. Seems like yesterday you were showing pics of pregnancy. Time does pass.
He is one handsome young man.
Lachezar, cheers!
Magiceye, thank you.
エスタ, hoorah!
Carola, they are Rackers all right. No snow here. Plenty of rain.
Abe, they are giants.
Ben, and yourself!