Irene wanted me to write a blog, but I thought I'd try this for a year instead.
Years later, in 2011, I realize that the above no longer makes sense, since I have stopped photographing breakfast and instead occasionally put down random thoughts. These days I photograph our granddaughter's lovely face, paint for fun, knit and teach knitting at an after-school program for girls, and read. Life is good, if a bit slow, but then, so am I.
I enlarged the picture and think I see a yolk, that is better than seeing a joke. You still haven't told me which book you are reading. Your juice looks very good. Is it freshly squeezed, or does it come from Florida, where Anita Bryant was once a trouble maker? Whatever happened to her anyway? I heard about proposition 8, take it to court next I suppose, huh?
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I enlarged the picture and think I see a yolk, that is better than seeing a joke. You still haven't told me which book you are reading. Your juice looks very good. Is it freshly squeezed, or does it come from Florida, where Anita Bryant was once a trouble maker? Whatever happened to her anyway? I heard about proposition 8, take it to court next I suppose, huh?
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