.. puts down her glass of wine and looks about Common Room. She looks at the clock and muses, “What has happened to all the Brunettes? Where on earth could they have run off to?”
She picks up a book at random and turns the pages in a desultory manner for a few minutes, then sighs heavily, closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.
I had a fortune cookie which said:
“You gather all your resources together.
Goals are accomplished”.
Considering the crucial nature of the next few weeks I think this is very promising.
Blondie 1 (doing a crossword puzzle): What did Old MacDonald have?
Blondie 2: A farm.
Long pause, then:
Blondie 1: How do you spell “farm”?
Blondie 2: E-I-E-I-O
Not even a sparrow touches down upon a twig without showing forth the conflict between evil and the good. No grain of sand shifts in the desert without reflecting some spiritual truth. Not even a star falls in the farthest corner of the universe without an inward meaning. What then is the wisdom of this world, which knows the outward shows of things but not their inward truth?
“It is love that holds the stars within their courses, and all the worlds of the immeasurable cosmos within the harmony of the celestial music.”
Feeling very scared. Maybe I need to take more scare-pills. Is it that one is affected by the flavvie one is in even when one isn’t much in it? I think that can be so. But also scaredom has its causes, though they may not be very rational. Most of all, hovering in nowhere is scary in itself.
I begin my Diary. A sort of Moura resolution to write about my situation as it actually is from the Aethyr rather than “economizing” it for Tellurian understanding. I wonder if anyone will understand!
Did you proto-Mexicana Sanctuarians know that in Mexico and much of Latin America, Valentine Day is known as
El Día Del Amor y De La Amistad
Love and friendship day – or as it very naturally translates for us “The Day of Love and Amity”.
As with our Amity day, it celebrates not only romantic love but the deep and vital bonds of Amity so sadly underrated in the recent Anglo-Saxon world.
How did the blonde manage to break her leg while raking leaves?
She fell out of the tree.