Thursday, January 17, 2013. It is cold, really cold! So the only thing one can really do. Is to gather by the fire. And eat really nice things. Home-baked goodies from the oven. Like fresh pizzas and this old-fashioned type of danish pastry. Tuesday, August 7, 2012. This is the picture they took for the posters and brochures for the upcoming exhibition. On August 11th and 12th.

Friday, February 16, 2018. Are they talking about me? Page 239 was the clincher. Change the name, and it is me. It reminded her of trying to be friends with an ex-boyfriend. That studied casualness of your interactions. The fragility of your feelings, the awareness that the little quirks of your personality were no longer so adorable; they might even be just plain annoying. Tomatoes, wherefore art thou? Inside my head, I tell you.

How many email accounts do you have? Because I have enough to choke six horses. And the passwords they rode in on. Do they even still make Calgon? We are so much alike, you and I. Busy busy busy, working ourselves up into anxious blobs of lather. I mean, what are we doing with our lives? And speaking of Jim Brickman.

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You are in the way. Your happiness is less important than mine. Later, on our way home, we walked past a mom on a nearby bench, her arms crossed and her fa.

Holding on to hard won hopefulness. I found this stone angel on the street a few years back. Her little wings had snapped off and she had been dumped in the lane way. She looked desolate when I found her, downcast, abject. She quickly became a metaphor for my life at the time. Follow Selma In The City on WordPress. On BACK TO THE SKY.

A place for my personal favourites. Friday, 29 May 2015. While a hundred small aches. Remind me of the passing years. Frustration drives me from my bed. To break the turning tossing pattern. Hand rails, towel rails, stair rails. Tracks coming to and from. Well, not the first. But teenage love, heart bursting kisses.

I saw this sap bursting from a sugar maple while working in the yard. I thought this was one of mother natures beautiful moments. I have sent the photo to a lab to see if we can figure out what it is.