And yet here I am again, the fracture now deepened into a canyon of griefthe only relief coming from the river of memories flowing within. Another Angel in my Sky! I Love You Aai.

A young good-looking man, on his way to work, would pass by a certain balcony on Marriott Road. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of shapely eyes would wait to catch glimpses. No words nor glances were ever exchanged. So imagine her surprise when his people approached her people to ask for her hand for him. She saw no reason to refuse. The total cost of this hal.

New Spaces in Old Places. Ironically, we had set out with the intent to again paddle around the Old Mission Harbor at Haserot Beach. But with winds out of the east, there was more chop than we felt like fighting. Walking, Walking, Walking on Trails.

Two very different practice paintings. Working dogs and curious cats. This would be better with editing, but some things must be said immediately. But is it a goat? Erik and I came up with a fun metaphor to help me prioritize tasks.

We have been driving for past one hour on and around MA .

8220;I think all right thinking people in this country are sick and tired of being told that ordinary, decent people are fed up in this country with being sick and tired. What do you say to them? June 7, 2015. What do you say to someone at the proverbial end of their rope? To someone who is tired.

Stories from life, places of interest and pictures. 8211; above the picture. Holland Park and Kyoto Gardens.

I spy, something with my little eye. A stack of paper and a whole lot of glue. I attempt to bound out of bed. Pain is disregarded, the back is straightened and in my mind swims the memory of a chanced upon craft idea. Eight hours of work, into the night. By night the papering is done. The next day it is lacquered.