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Dear friend Newt,

This world is such a beautiful place. You and I both know that. You with the mountains that you climb. Me? The water has always been my home. Even when it's a million miles a way ,it's there in our hearts. It whispers, "Come home."

I don't know what mountain you are climbing at the moment but there is sad in the world.  I don't know about you, but I for one could use a story, a virtual Zen Garden, and a good friend who is a writer. That is what I miss here (besides the big water). I miss sitting and talking. I miss knowing that we are in the same world.

Who will be my writing buddy if you are gone?

The second blog post that I wrote on eBay blogs was about talking around my PawPaw and MawMaw's table. I can still see it, Newt. In alot of ways, the kitchen here is like it. In storage, somewhere, I have my own table. It's round and made of oak. I bought it from someone who's life was changing. Now, I keep it safe while my life changes. Like the pups, I hold on to it. I'm keeping the faith that I'll have it there in my kitchen. A place to swap stories.


The thing is, Newt, I don't have anyone to remind me not to over analyse and just to listen to a story like a child.

There is something missing.

I'm missing my writing friend. 

I miss my friend.

LOL I know that when I wrote my stories that I hoped that you  were reading them. When I knew that you were, it made me smile. When I found out that you not only read them but that they made you smile? I was over the moon happy.  If I could know that you still read my stories, I could write them even if I didn't get to chat with you or hear how your life is going. Something to look forward to, it would mark the days. It would give me a calm place to be in my heart.

It would slow time.
I miss you as a friend something fierce.

I don't know how but I'm hoping - no - I'm willing that you'll cross this way again.

Hugs

Iron

The new stories are with the hope that some how Newt and Lexi will find them. We are seated at the virtual table swapping stories. We are safe from the growing thunder.


Once,  the world was new and fresh as the face of a sleeping child,  ...


LOL My foot itches. BRB.


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Was very sad to learn about the tragedy in Norway.


When I read the account of the troubles there, my first thought was to wonder what we as people are coming to.  Then I thought that I could put something here to remind me that for all the people who tear the world down, there are others who are creating and building futures.


Hugs to the folks in Norway. Honestly I'm at a loss as to what the folks who did this were thinking.


I do know that it's not what I call Christian.

Not at all.


Again hugs and healing thoughts.


AuthorAnn


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"Say hello to the sofa of reasonable comfort."


tee hee

.And now, by the miracle of the Time Lord (and a hot shower) I'll transform into???

Me.

tee hee (again)

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Thanks, Paris.

Thanks, Craig.

Thanks, Late Late Show dancers!


Welcome back to planet Earth crew of the Atlantis!

Glad that you made it back safe and sound.



Salute!


Hugs from Author Ann



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Note

If you wrote,

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“He stood there a long time, hands on the railing staring into the darkness. He smiled to himself and turned and in that moment he knew he would never again compromise his dreams for a tedious and boring safety. All was right in his world now and in his soul. He whistled softly to himself and smiled and nodded at the poeple passing by and his eyes shone with a light that moments before had been extinguished. “


and your nick is or was NewtlovesRock?

I need to talk to you.

Thanks,

Ann

aka Iron

Seriously.

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"I'm gathering up every bit of optimism that I have in my hands and telling the TeaParty to feck-off.  I'm gonna' spend like I got it  and create something where nothing existed.

You can go through life leaving a trail of gloom, doom, and failure or you can swim through this life leaving trails of sunshine, optimism, and hope.

That hope? It's where the fertile ground of economic prosperity lies.

So you can predict the end if you want.
Me?

I'm leaving a trail of happy and smiles.


Have something to show for this time here on Earth.

As my dear ole' Great Aunt Elsie used to say, "Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you get a world wide depression."



LOL"


c anne ford



Love ya'

IronChassis


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"One should never, ever, make financial decisions of great magnitude during a heat wave. One should, however, eat an ice cream cone and go find a cool place to sit and read.

Best to leave it until September and let folks alone."

c anne ford

7-19-11

Seriously, better to discuss the validity of the rumor that Michelle Bachman has migraines or who's gonna end up in the World Series or if Angelina Jolie is wearing a wedding gown. It's just too hot to talk money.

Leave it be and tell the TeaParty folks to get a grip.

Now, I'm going back to my cool place to contemplate the meaning of it all.


Hugs and kisses.

Ann

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Things that I'm really and truly thankful for.

Ginger Rogers and Fred Astair movies.

Happy (belated) birthday to Ginger Rogers.

Weeks going okie dokie but  just wanted to remember Ginger R.




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Dear Gentle Readers,

I have to go for abit. No - nothings wrong. I'm fine. So's my family. I've just got a lot that I need to do this week and if I get on the computer, I'll spend my time writing and looking instead of getting my work done. That's the sum of it.

Anyway, while I'm gone, I thought that you might like to read a book that I just finished. The book, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, was written by Fannie Flag in the late 1980's and is about an area that I know well.  Ms. Flagg is from the south just like I am and she's captured the "music" of the language and the environment of the old south in a truthful but not hurtful way. The story is about two different times in Birmingham, Alabama and about the town folks of Whistle Stop.  It's a good story and at the end there are recipes for fried chicken and biscuits and beans and well not only will you hear the words, you can try the food too. Since there are folks reading my blog from different  parts of the world, I thought that you might like get a taste of where I'm from. Next to the book, The Secret Lives of Bees by Sue Monk Kid , there's not a more gentle book about hard times.







Yes, I know,  there's a movie adaptation of both, but read the books. Okay?

I kind of wish that I was able to swap the stories of where we each are from. Thing is I've just about given up finding out who reads what I write. But- I haven't given up on writing the words that you'll read. It's just that I'll be gone for the next week.  So get hold of the book (or books) and give it (or them) a read while I'm gone.. I imagine that you might find it online or in your local library. When I get back I'll tell you about what I've been up to.

Enjoy the puzzles,

Hugs,

AuthorAnn


Note. It's been raining and Fried Green Tomatoes... is the book I've been reading in the rain. We're in the hot season of the year. The sky gets so hot in the afternoon "she" can't stand it so she cries in her sorrow and we get rain. Can't do much outside.  I crawled into bed and read and read. I love reading while it's raining. The air gets still and then cool. A breeze comes up. The sound of single rain drops turn into a kind of white noise. If I could, I'd read all afternoon in the rain on a porch like the one my PawPaw built for my MawMaw. There I'd sit out on the glider where you could smell the Russian Olives and ozone. After a while, the sound of the rain seems to disappear into a kind of white noise and there's just the story and my imagination. This afternoon was a treat. I wish that you could have been there. :)
This last part's for Newt if she ever reads this.

And for something I'm told is old school southern -

Fa so la singing from north Alabama.  My dad tells the story of being a kid, years and years and years ago,  standing in the town square and hearing folks Fa So La singing. Also known as "shape note" singing, the notes are in geometric shapes rather than the quarter, half, and whole note notation that we use today. Each note in the Fa So La scale is given a name from the generic scale of  "do", "rae", "me", "fa", "so", "la",  "te", and "do" that are sung instead of words. (Although I noticed that in this song there was first the Fa So La singing and then the melody with lyrics. Go figure. )

I'm told it's of this place where I live.



Gotta go. Hugs 2u, Ann,

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Keep calm

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Carry on.

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Please note.

I'm not really an RSA fanatic.  I like the LLS and some of the Youtube clips suit what I'm writing about. I watch and I'm entertained and I can riff on what I see but the world is big.


CF is NOT the center of my universe.


.That honor goes to my son.


.Carry on.


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PAAPBITONINXZ LBNWWNVOIWG RNZJTNZXR VZ NOZPWTLWX

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- HPUO S. JVBROXB

and that is what I really like about the LLS.

It's not what they have.

It's what they do - or rather have done - with what they have.

There comes a time in life when you realize that not everything you face is in your control.

BUT

How you deal with it is.

I'm not overly fond of the sexual inuendos or the vaudvillian "Wink, wink, nod, nod."  but I am always delighted with the cerebral nature of the show.  It's the times, when the thrust and the parry are blunted with humanity, that I smile and laugh out loud.

Any lout can return an uncomfortabble situation with  mindless anger but only a quick mind can return it with sharp humor.

That's worth a begrudging admiration.


Do'tcha think?

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Just sayin'.

The next cryptoquote goes with the twitter that got you here.

Hugs.

AuthorAnn

Dogs are a barkin'. Got to go see who's here.

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Honey, you gotta' love a man who can dance...


LOL. It wasn't until I saw this video that I actually believed that Mr. Ferguson has had some kind of dance training.

Also.

It was the first time that I wondered who this guy is in real life.


And well the thought did occur - I mean you'd have to be stone cold frigid not to wonder - because I've seen guys dance that don't have - well- something - who couldn't get up on the horse much less ride.... I did wonder.

Wow.

. Hi ya. If you read 12dots you know ...
contains the Zen moment but honest it would be tough to find another more illuminating moment.


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Forgot how much I really liked this song.


Hmm Howdy. Hope things are good with you Gentle Reader. It's still hot. It's still trying to rain every evening (not complaining as we really do need the rain and afternoon or evening rain works except for the problems with not burning off so maybe an early morning rain might work -- LOL I love a good run on sentence. Anyway.
Things are good.

Pup got to go see the space shuttle launch. Had a great time and saw a bit of history. He's happy.

I'm reading a new book that I got from the Dollar General. If you don't know what a Dollar General is, it's like the old 5 and dime stores only now everything costs a dollar or more. It's got 365 things, that if you do them, should make you happy. #3 says that aromatherapy is our friend. I agree. I honestly think that's why God created The Bath and Body Works. To lift our spirits with lovely sent. In case you are wondering, I smell like a conbination of White Citris (lotion) and Japanese Cherry Blossom. In other words, I smell lovely and spirit is suitably lifted.

It's on sale (75% off), sold online, and I love a present.

Just saying,

Hugs and smooches,

AuthorAnn

PS Why yes I am writing. Gone low tech with paper and pencil. I miss the speed of recording, the spell check, and the ability to cut and paste but some how I'm surviving. It's just easier. I do check in on the Twitter. www.twitter.com/GoatHerderBoy Follow me there and I can DM.

. Hi ya. If you read 12dots you know ... to click  for Zen moment.
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Well to begin with?

Hello.


Scroll to next post then click there. Thanks.



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God speed and safe journey to the crew of the Atlantis and all who go to see her on her way.

Hugs to Pup for his most excellent self.

That said -


Write alittle.
Write alot.
Write nothing for a while.

This is NOT an inactive blog.

Thanks and hugs,

AuthorAnn

PS I'm putting the most important Zen moment here. The folks who designed all the equipment and who flew all the ships at one point all had the feeling of stepping past the known into the future. The could have stayed at home safe. The could have tucked away their dreams in a closet saying, "How can I?" The didn't. That is the Zen of this life. To dare to dream and then to dare to take a chance on that dream coming true. The moment that Atlantis leaves the ground I will be so proud to hear this. It's such an amazing thing to fly. It's such an amazing thing to go farther.

I hope that I remember that possibility in my own life. So to Pup.

Pup has that ability to "fly" in his heart and in his mind. To see the future.

He's born to fly. Me too. My Dad and my Mom. Even WB even though he doesn't really believe it yet.

That's a pretty good Zen moment.

Hugs, Newt and Lexi. Hugs to WB and Pup. Hugs to the fella who said, "Go have fun with your son."

It's good to be born to fly.

Hugs.

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