It was twelve years ago today that I posted my first-ever blog entry about Ella. I hadn't met her yet. I was traveling on the West Coast. █████ was visiting her parents outside of Chicago. The neighbors asked if she would adopt their puppy. She said yes. History was
How can you live with a dog, with its lifespan of ten to fifteen years, and not realize how quickly the clock is ticking?
time is not on my side today instead it's hanging above me like a Damoclean sword or gaping at my feet like the very jaws of hell no, time is not on my side today unless time is a spear piercing
Old man walking an old dog Not so very long ago would have been Old man walking a young dog Not so very long from now might it be Old man walking a young dog again Once upon a time might it have been Young man walking a young dog
Today I read about a man who has spent the past thirty years writing someone else's biography. And he's still not finished. Not to quibble with anyone's life's work, but that's a lot of years to spend on somebody else&
I know how much trouble I have getting anything done on days I post in the ol' LiveJournal. So how do the hardcore bloggers manage to get anything else done? A mystery for the ages.
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