It's 8 in the morning my nephew slept over and the boys are playing in the living room. I am in my little kitchen with my black cup.
It takes time to get two boys down at night when they just want to play and for a minuet I thought to myself that I won't invite him over for a long time. I may not be a perfect parent but my son knows my rules and he knows how things are done here so when another boy comes over and he isn't used to this it complicates things a bit. He eats with his
A short poem to celebrate the occasion of Her Majesty Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of Great Britain, Ireland and the British Dominions beyond the Seas Queen, Defender of the Faith's Diamond Jubilee.
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It's official, it's summer on the ice. June 2 today and tomorrow is some big festival for sailors, I hate festivals like that and do my best to avoid them. I will be babysitting my nephew so I have a good excuse.
I am very tired of this summer. But what I am even more tired of is how easy I am to read I think. I can't hide my feelings and I think it often seems like I'm negative. People talk of the great weather and I can't hide the fact I hate it. When you dislike something most
I do. And when I do fall asleep I have nightmares...horrible, horrible dreams of unspeakable things!
does anyone else have nightmares?
and why are we having them?
I mentioned a while back how I was enamoring myself within Ancient Greek, and as part of that I was rereading "The Odyssey" of which I am now finished with, but I was reading it as part of a discussion for an online book group in which the discussion of the book is still taking place.
One of the things of which I have noticed is that a couple individuals in the course of the discussion bring up Christianity, as a comparison to the Ancient Greek religion and the differences