2006: The Year of Tottering Duckly
Moving by degrees to the blank reach of 2007. I like it. Those ripe green ones that still have juice in them.
This year has been one of hysterical extremes; I’ve gone through more of what I like to call road learning (as opposed to “book learning,” and I forget who used to say that to me back when but it came up often, book larnin’, yep) than I expected. I’ll be glad to put it down at the last of December, look up, and whisper my goodbyes to the year that was.
(Lame duck. See? Tottering duckly? Hmm … more coffee might be just the thing, now that you mention it.)
December 28th, 2006 at 21:15
I’ll be glad to put it down at the last of December, look up, and whisper my goodbyes to the year that was.
I’ll drink to that.
December 29th, 2006 at 22:40
You said it. Actually, I said it. But you said it again, and that works for me.
December 30th, 2006 at 13:12
That’s a duck?
I thought those were leaves? :-)
December 30th, 2006 at 16:15
Yes - duck leaves.
See? Duck is nowhere to be seen. Duck left.
When you can snatch the drumstick from my hand, grasshopper, then it will be time for you to leave this place.