blue, blue caravan
winding down to the valley of lights
my true love is a man
who would hold me for ten thousand nights

in the wild, wild wailing of wind
he's a house 'neath a soft yellow moon
so blue, blue caravan
won't you carry me down to him soon

blue, blue caravan
won't you drive away all of these tears
for my true love is a man
that i haven't seen in ( Read more... )

I adore rich text. It's better than chocolate!

Acquired yarn for two scarves today. It's my next-to-last day of work, and I thought I deserved something special. These should both be wonderful. One is out of the same yarn I used for the E & B hats, in chocolate brown with a strand of something multi-colored and glittery. Then the other is made out ( Read more... )

I had a great time at
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I dreamt about an old friend last night.

I was sitting at my computer, looking at
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This was born of a conversation after midnight with my good friend Bill.

Inara: Greek food. Souvlaki, kalamata olives, shish kabob with rice pilaf and salad.
Kaylee: Excellent chicken fingers. 
Jayne: A greasy cheeseburger.
Malcolm: A very good cut of steak, with shallot sauce, mushrooms and onions, butter and salt.
Wash: A pint of Haagen-Daaz and a ( Read more... )

Good afternoon, all! How are you doing today?

I'm at the store, the wind rushing through my ears. (At least that's what it feels like, what with the air conditioner and everything.) There are a couple of women in the store, but they're, "Just browsing, thanks." 

Bitter resting place
for you, my dear
Underneath my weary head
Service unrequited 
Holds hostage thoughts
Unto my bed
I go, I hope to be reborn
Again when the sun is new
Darling pillow, state your case
I soldiered long to be with you
I soldiered long to be with you
When I was very little, we had a Nintendo. I played Mario on it, and I wasn't bad, for a three ( Read more... )

There's a light on in your house
but you're not home today
And each time I come on by you seem so far away
Can you give me some reason to hold on
Can you give me some reason to stay

Got some friends knocking on my door
Wondering where I've been
Tired of mining for your heart, I've come up for air again
Can you give me some reason to hold on
Can you give me ( Read more... )

I watched Death of a Doxy tonight. The atmosphere of the Nero Wolfe television series is utterly compelling. I can't look away from the screen, I want it to go on and on. Every step, every breath, every cant of the head and flick of the hand is pure magic, drawing me into a world that, while admittedly dangerous, had men who wore fedoras dancing ( Read more... )