Went back to Irene's class Sunday last.
Most excellent program. (Love the GUI!)
But I'm no single, and none of them seemed friendly.
(Saying they sound like broken records an understatement.)
But I'm no single, and none of them seemed friendly.
(Saying they sound like broken records an understatement.)
Why are they so competitive looking?
"God works in mysterious ways, baby." said my grandmother one day long ago as we walked over the steel bridge crossing "the crick" in Palenville. Walked along some more and waved to Chance. Maybe I ran up to the well and gave it a few pumps. Then, the sound of the water too inviting, I raced to the swimming hole and went right in. Clear as a bell; many minnows!
Another afternoon there were boys torturing a bull frog. For fun.
"God works in mysterious ways, baby." said my grandmother one day long ago as we walked over the steel bridge crossing "the crick" in Palenville. Walked along some more and waved to Chance. Maybe I ran up to the well and gave it a few pumps. Then, the sound of the water too inviting, I raced to the swimming hole and went right in. Clear as a bell; many minnows!
Another afternoon there were boys torturing a bull frog. For fun.
I watched. I did not feel. I was scared. I left.
"They're mean, baby."
"They're mean, baby."
She taught me to tie my shoelaces.
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