Quilly | June 30, 2006
A lovely eBay seller sold me a defective camera and is now suggesting I should send it in to the manufacturer for repair.
Over at Matthew 28:19 my theology was tested.
In the middle of my writing the comp chose to shut down and “eat” several hours worth of work.
However, on the bright side — all three [...]
Quilly | June 29, 2006
A few minutes ago I realized that the King of the Coffee Table was in his customary sprawl on said piece of furniture, but baby Christams was not within range of sight or sound. A brief search revealed her napping contentedly beside the laundry hamper. She had pulled my white slk camisole to [...]
Quilly | June 28, 2006
As you know, I’ve posted a couple of comments on needing an intervention for my internet addiction (Blog Addict and Intervention Continued). Well, recently some of my cyber pals and I have been kicking around ideas about starting a Bloganon group (check out the Bloganon discussion in the comments of this post). [...]
Quilly | June 27, 2006
There I was in the dairy section chatting away and letting my fingers shop with little intervention from my brain. That’s how I came to bring this stuff home — non-fat milk and corn syrup. After one bite of my fresh peaches and not half & half, I was suddenly paying attention.
You see [...]
Quilly | June 25, 2006
Everyday I take a cyber walk. There are certain places I skip right by — and there are other places I linger. I want to tell you about some of the places I linger.
I always stop by Tina’s Place. Her blog isn’t really geared for public entertainment. It is more of [...]
Quilly | June 24, 2006
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, [...]
Quilly | June 23, 2006
I am now greatful that some 30 plus years ago my step-mother insisted that I learn how to sit on furniture and not just plop into it. She must have known that I would one day become the adoring captive of, Christmas, the dimmest kitten on earth.
Every time I vacate my computer chair, Christmas [...]
Quilly | June 22, 2006
I found this post as I was out for my morning cyberwalk. I popped into one of my favorite places and there it was. Enjoy it here, but please visit it at it’s home, because it has many beautiful brothers and sisters.
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One Earth To Share
Child of the mountains
Child of the sea
One earth to [...]
Quilly | June 21, 2006
My cats love me. Of course I am in the processes of eating a toasted tuna sandwich, so their devotion is suspect.
My friends and I gathered at a little sandwich place a few days ago. I ordered a toasted tuna sandwich. I am certain the mistake was mine. I mean, I [...]
Quilly | June 19, 2006
I took a class today titled, “How to Teach Writing.” For those of you who want to ask, “Why do you need that class when you’ve been published?” Let me just say that knowing how to write, and knowing how to explain writing well are two different things.
Ineffective teaching:
Effective teaching:
-Teacher: This paragraph is [...]
Quilly | June 18, 2006
Despite the fact that I in no way punished Christmas yesterday she has apparently decided to quit taking things out of my purse — and start putting things in! I found a Kleenex, a Post-it Note too furry to ever post again, her jingle ball, and her tiny stuffed catnip bear.
I wonder if she’s [...]
Quilly | June 18, 2006
Just over a week ago I had only two channels on my TV set. On July 10th, at exactly 8:00 a.m. two Cox Cable technicians arrived at my door and connected me to around 300 digital channels. Do you know what that means? It now takes me 298 times longer to figure [...]
Quilly | June 18, 2006
Apparently it is time to make an appoinment with my optometrist. I focus by shifting my gaze from lens to bifocal and moving myself back and forth until whatever I want to see comes into view. This needs to stop before somebody decides I’d look cute on the dashboard of their car …..
Susan — Stony River Farm :.
O’Ceallaigh & The Quill
