tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56917260771224811682024-03-19T03:46:21.263-07:00A PERSONAL GAZETTEStories, poems, pictures and illustrations of things from my life. Or other things that interest me. and I am interested in a great many things.silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.comBlogger244125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-81795128204990087792014-12-13T18:19:00.000-08:002014-12-13T18:19:10.443-08:00IN PASSINGJust saying:<br />
I get very exaspirated, when I want to comment on something. I find you have to be on stupid FACEBOOK, Really. <br />
I only wish to make a passing observation, just something to amuse myself. not make contact with the world. and let anyone in on my private info...That is what, 'what's his face' demands. It's too easy for I.D, theft all ready.silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-35843677699291151612014-10-11T01:05:00.001-07:002014-10-11T01:05:13.073-07:00LIFE IS A PAIN<b><i>I WISH I HAD SOMETHING </i></b>TO SAY. THINGTHING OTHER THAN MY PAIN AND DREARY LIFE.. <br />
MY COMPUTER DOESN'T WORK RIGHT ANYMOI USED TO.RE. IT USED TO BE MY FRIEND AND COMPANION, NOW, IT'S ONLY ANPTHER SOURCE OF TROUBLE. <br />
I SAW THE BIG MOON, BUT, NOT HE ECLIPSE.<br />
EACH DAY IS THE SAME. I SPEND MY DYS MAINLY ALONE OFTEN I FEEL AS THOUGH I AM IN PRISON. I CAN GO NOWHERE. ONLY THREE DAYS A WEEK DO I HAVE A VISITOR. <br />
I WISH I COULD WRITE POETRY AGAIN. I USED TO WRITE. I HAD THINGS TO INSPIRE ME.<br />
I DO NOT WANT TO GO ON ABOUT HOW TERRIBLE MY EXISTENCE IS. YEAH, I KNOW, I JUST DID.<br />
MY ONLY COMPANIAN, IS MY WALKER. <br />
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MEDICAL SERVICES ARE SORELY LACKING IN QUALITY. ANYMORE. THE LONG AGO<br />
COUNTRY DOC. KNEW MORE. IF HE DIDN'T KNOW, HE WENT LOOKING FOR HELP.<br />
I HAVE A SKIN CONDITION, I HAVE BEEN DEALING WITH FOR SIX. YEARS<br />
ALL THEY SAY WHEN THEY SEE ME, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS"<br />
NO CONCERN, NO CURIOSITY NOTHINBEGG.<br />
I HAVE BEEN TO SIX DOCTORS, A WOUND CARE CLINIC, AND A PAIN CLINIC. (THIS CONDITION IS VERY PAINFUL, NEVER HEALS. IT SEEMS TO HEAL, THEN BREAKS OUT SOME MORE.<br />
I AM JUST AT MY WITS END.<br />
I CRY A LOT.<br />
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*********** silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-42989202871005097252014-04-07T23:39:00.001-07:002014-04-07T23:39:20.190-07:00 COMPUTER LIFE IS A PAIN HAVING A COMPUTER IS NO FUN ANYMORE, IT'S ALL FULL OF RABBIT HOLES, MAZES AND TRAPS. LIFE IS NOT SIMPLE OR FUN. WHY CAN'T IT BE LEFT ALONE.<br />
I USED TO SPEND A COUPLE OF HOURS , SURFING, BROWSING, SHOPPING, READING, AND DOING RESEARCH ETC.<br />
NOW, I ONLY SPEND A HALF AN HOUR. TOO MUCH BOTHER TO SET HERE.<br />
MY COMPUTER WAS A REAL COMPANION.<br />
NOW, AN UNCOMFORTABLE COMPANION.E<br />
STUPID, IT ENDS UP WITH MORE TAGS, THAN A GARAGE SALE. <br />
I USED TO LOVE MY LAPTOP. NOW IT JUST FRUSTRATES ME. AND LAUGHS.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">nothing changed.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Life is as is </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">all the same </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Day in,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">day out,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Nothing to even</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">think about.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Long empty hours,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">I never thought,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">this would happen.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">to me.</span></b><br />
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,silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-69225660077158431512014-01-31T00:08:00.002-08:002014-01-31T00:08:32.073-08:00NEW YEAR<span style="font-size: large;">Ho, hum. New year.</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nothing new. Still the same. computer is tempramental. the courser floats</span></span> <span style="font-size: large;">all over the place, makes it hard to type. Therefore, difficult to post.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> One day of rain. barely a sip. this terrible . All our moisture, is going east</span>. <br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Very bad.</span><br />
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snow--<br />
frost.<br />
school's out.<br />
snowmen. snow balls.<br />
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C-O-L-D.<br />
Christmas tree <br />
HOT CHOCOLATE and cinnamon toast<br />
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trips to the city, christmas shopping<br />
spending time, really looking for the right gifts for those on my list<br />
wrapping the presents nicely.<br />
seeing the looks on the faces of the reciepients.<br />
makes my entire year, to know I did something, that made someone happy<br />
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my brother said, it snows maybe once a year.and melts. but, this time, there was a cold front, the four inches of snow lasted all. day.<br />
I was glad to see it, as I hadn't been snowed on in absolute years. not where I previously lived, i't t didn't snow.<br />
just in time for Christmas.<br />
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they keep changing everything. I had to go reset my password.</h2>
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why do they do that? I have hard time figuring a password that is acceptable. </h2>
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silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-63318034355854542522013-09-28T14:33:00.001-07:002013-09-28T14:33:51.967-07:00The Drifter Neil Diamond<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/-te7717BFWY" width="480"></iframe>silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-8224056969619074932013-09-19T22:17:00.000-07:002013-09-23T01:22:35.449-07:00HARVEST MOONSeeing the moon may not seem like a big deal to you. But, where I live now, there are so many trees, they block the view of the moon, most of the time. But, tonight, it rose in a space between the trees. Hello, Moon.it was a lovely sight.<br />
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I lived in books. no 'shilo' even. <br />
we lived out in the country. no neighbors. just a few relatives.<br />
after I left and went to college. I made a few friends.<br />
then I met Dale. we were together fifty years. he died. now, I am alone. no one. only my home care.. .boring.<br />
four out of seven days----alone. I can't see well. so the occupations I used to have, I can no longer do.<br />
long gray days. empty, empty. for some one creative, it's death.<br />
TV and a computer. are all I have.<br />
absolutely pathetic. Life, meaningless. no life. semi-disabled. can't leave the mobile without help. have no help.<br />
why get old. there is nothing to look forward to.<br />
don't suggest anything. I've tried many things. not eligible for anything. just sit here, molder and fade away.<br />
am I sorry for myself? yes. am I depressed? yes. there is a lot of reasons.<br />
I live in town.<br />
I have never felt so isolated.<br />
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I agree with Neil now. <br />
***********************silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-88732174357022467842013-04-12T03:32:00.001-07:002013-04-12T03:32:30.934-07:00NOTHING NEWI am not blogging , because I have nothing to say<br />
who wants to hear, how one's life is gray.<br />
to find one is only existing, day to day.<br />
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the raindrops start,<br />
heavy and hard<br />
on roof and across<br />
the fence and yard.<br />
turning ground into a puddle<br />
all becomes a muddle.<br />
dripping down from the eves,<br />
mushy sounds on the leaves.<br />
Rumble, Boom with the thunder,<br />
CRACK, CRASH the lightening<br />
flash and slash.<br />
makes me shiver in my bed,<br />
like a child, I pull<br />
the quilt, over my head.<br />
sleepless, lying there.<br />
I decide in my despair,to<br />
get up and see about <br />
making a warm cup<br />
of tea.<br />
warm, soothing, I sip <br />
savoring the citrus scent,<br />
listen to water, drip until,<br />
good, it's finally spent.<br />
back to bed, cozyly,<br />
I am sent<br />
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I hate night storms!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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<br />silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-54989205139887307652013-01-05T20:24:00.002-08:002013-01-06T23:32:50.418-08:00SURVIVORA potted Rose<br />
in my neighbor's dooryard,<br />
seems to welcome and<br />
to guard.<br />
A peach colored rose,<br />
struggles valiantly<br />
to survive.<br />
Blooming, in winter<br />
blushes, to thrive.<br />
Come, heat, or rain,<br />
or ice and snow,<br />
yet,<br />
produces a lovely<br />
show. <br />
I marvel at such<br />
a brave, stalwart sight.<br />
For it has twice bloomed,<br />
with determined might.<br />
I value it's lessen.<br />
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<br />silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-43207320024192242422012-12-21T14:17:00.000-08:002012-12-21T14:18:32.094-08:00MERRY CHRISTMAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't draw like I used to, so I found this really cute picture on the 'net.<br />
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS.<br />
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<br />silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-18231137741631294542012-12-13T20:59:00.000-08:002012-12-13T21:00:45.071-08:00SOMEDAY--REUNION<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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THIS VERY PALE. AND ONLY A SKETCH. I'll do a painting when I find my art supplies.<br />
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The worst part about this stage of my life is; I have no dreams Not even the prospect of a dream. <br />
Dreams and wishes are what sustains a soul. having something to look forward to.<br />
I never thought this would happen. I had always been one who was optimistic. Now I am only perplexed.<br />
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this is an old piece, I made, several a few years ago.<br />
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<br />silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-26711532403462998842012-11-17T21:00:00.003-08:002012-11-17T21:00:56.728-08:00RAIN-WOW.Rained today. Hard, All night. non stop. Dave took, his dog for a walk, and to bring up the mail. They got soaked. Then, BOOM, BOOM, Lightening. I jumped, and for Pete's sake. Startled me so---I yelped. <br />
Made my little mobile shiver a little.<br />
I was sitting here, playing Christmas music on my computer. My little stereo, is lost in the denizens of one of the storage sheds.<br />
I found a Traditional Christmas music station on my Dish TV> channel 73. A pop one on 74. Nice.<br />
I do have some Cd's too. I really didn't think I would do Christmas, but, it always was Our favorite time of year. <br />
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I guess he wanted me to. <br />
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where he always wanted to be.<br />
Free from all the pains, disappointments, unfulfilled broken dreams of life.<br />
I hope he is happy and at peace.<br />
And-- barefoot<br />
I loved him.<br />
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it took.me awhile to work out how to make this image.<br />
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__________________silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-18336660677107586182012-10-26T23:36:00.001-07:002012-10-26T23:36:28.016-07:00RAIN It rained today. First rain since Spring, and since I have come here. It was welcome. Maybe it settled the dust. But, there is dust in the heat vents, and now I have a sore nose too. I asked my brother if any store here carried filters for floor vents. He answered, unfortunately, no.<br />
Perhaps if can somehow get to a fabric store, I can find, thin batting. a handyman, in the Villages, said that would work and be cheaper. <br />
I had a catalog, but, I guess it got lost or it was thrown away in the move.<br />
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Life is scary enough. Who needs all this modern sickening, spook movie crap.<br />
Halloween used to be a time to remember and show honor to the ancestors who have crossed over, through the mystic veil, between worlds.<br />
Go to church and pray. <br />
Put flowers on some ones resting place. Sing songs of joy. Dance circle dances, on a green. and wear wreaths of cornflowers in your hair. Light candles. So the spirits can find their way back through the shadowed gate. <br />
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I'll put up a picture later<br />
--------------------------------silverlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01849509928715939847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691726077122481168.post-71457101842407382282012-10-05T14:16:00.001-07:002012-10-23T01:37:03.346-07:00AUTUMNcan time make up for<br />
all life's pain?.<br />
to cover the memories<br />
with layers of other days.<br />
<br />
can tears wash out <br />
the graying emptiness.<br />
there is not enough<br />
sunlight<br />
to bring light back<br />
to a hollow heart.<br />
<br />
only shadows,<br />
occupy this place.<br />
I see them move<br />
across the wall.<br />
<br />
they haunt my nights<br />
and accompany<br />
all my days.<br />
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