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In_The_Wind's Journal
In_The_Wind's Journal
July 19, 2013


July 19, 2013

The AC in the house is fixed. My car's problem from yesterday hasn't returned.

I love being here to share so many PMs with you.

http://wnyt.com/article/stories/s3097692.shtml I can't locate the film but you get the idea.
Although, I'm not at all thrilled about being misquoted.
If my car's AC gets fixed today (or tomorrow) I'll be a happy camper next week, when we do it again.
July 19, 2013

I thought about you as I was munching on a bacon & tomato sandwich at 4AM ...

while driving home last night.

Monday morning I sweltered in 95° weather thanking my lucky stars because the two sheriffs were late for our appointment to move a bridge beam.
We (Jeff R and I) were interviewed by channel 13 news. I thought it might have been replaced by another story until Mr ITW greeted me at the door saying my in-laws called staring they had called with the news ... I was on TV. One SUV was squished. Someone was airlifted out to a hospital. The excellent news is: everyone lived through this one. It seems like that stretch of highway has claimed many lives over the years.

July 18, 2013

The sad truth is:

July 18, 2013

A thousand moments ....

July 18, 2013

I won't be here until very late tonight.

See ya then.

July 18, 2013

This will be my hash oil post on DU!

Hat tip to TexasTowelie
July 18, 2013

Workin' on our night moves in the summertime

I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Trying' to make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves in the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love oh no far from it
We weren't searching for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Living by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods
I used her she used me
But neither one cared
We were getting our share

Workin' on our night moves
Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on out night moves
In the summertime
And oh the wonder
Felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

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Gender: Female
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Home country: USA
Current location: Watching my Koi Pond in upstate New York.
Member since: Mon Apr 25, 2005, 10:44 PM
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About In_The_Wind

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~~~~~~~~~ For, it ends in the blink of an eye. Carpe Diem (Seize the day)!
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