Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
What have I learned in all of my meetings today?
Not much. Although, I will say you will be muchly interested in the new McDonald's prototype buildings that will be appearing in your neighborhoods in the coming years.
IN OTHER NEWS, I did also want to mention that you will indeed be able to hear me be all catty about theater people in the coming months--Oldest will be portraying Meg March (who was played by Trini Alvarado (l)in the 1994 movie version--and who knew there were so many versions!?) in a couple of months in our hometown production of Diminutive Lasses. She's very excited about it, and I suppose I am, too.
IN FURTHER NEWS, there was a trip to both Wal-Mart AND the Dollar Tree last night! Catherine and I took Rebecca's glasses to be fixed (nose pad broke off) and then went and explored the world of crap that cost a dollar. Believe it or not, I think she's getting burnt out on the place. She just can't find good stuff--the choice came down to a 3 foot long rubber snake in a lurid green color, or a pack of skinny balloons with an air pump.
She finally decided on the balloons, which I made her promise to clean up when they pop, and to keep in the bag and not strewn all over the house. We'll see how that turns out.
TONIGHT--the usual Wednesday evening of hurriedly eaten supper and a dash to the church building, then back and into bed much too late.
BUT TOMORROW, O! tomorrow! We've got THAT to look forward to, now don't we!?
Sure we do!
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