If I Were Stranded On A Desert Island...
These are the things I simply could not live without.
I am giving the Desert Island a bit more than a nod due to the
The world was clad in an inch of solid ice. The other foot had not caught up and remained outstretched behind me. After a
Evidently what had caught my eye was a person - must have trusted a foot without looking beneath it - who had done a butt-plant-slide (awarding a 10 for speed, as I did not witness the slide itself) across the sidewalk, over the little grassy meridian, and was stopped about two feet into the street, where the road treatment the night before had actually worked.
I grabbed my coffee and raced out to the front porch. You just knew this was going to be
Thought I'd die, I was wheezing, I slumped in my lawn chair doubled over waiting for her less than cataclysmic reply, "Shut-Up and throw me a rope Einstein."
Simply precious. I imagine someone else had a great guffaw at my
Hence today's Desert Island Dream.
CALGON Take Me Away, Please?
Well, apparently my computer is not totally repaired. It does not want to read my SD card therefore my list will have to suffice.
Things I need for my grass hut...
My glasses, with gradient lenses.
My reading glasses, due to unfortunately reaching that 'certain age.'
Because someday I fully intend to set foot on Russian soil, the most horrific, tragic, yet beautiful love story through letters to each other,
A Lifelong Passion, Nicholas & Alexandra - Their Own Story Letters edited by Andrei Maylunas and Sergei Mironenko
Spanning the past two hundred years of Russian history, Echoes Of A Native Land by Sergi Schemann
And because every time I read these I discover something new about my own mind,The Griffin and Sabine series by Nick Bantock
Hippolyte's Island by Barbara Hodgson
In case I discover something, I will need to know that those who have gone before have not laid eyes on whatever it is, aside from never tiring of this book, The Origin of The Species by Charles Darwin.
My solar electronic device charger with every adaptor known to man, for the new E-Reader my kids are going halves on and buying me for Christmas ( with an extra large storage card, yippeee!).
But I don't know that... No, I wasn't eaves-dropping. I will be a mother my entire life, much to my chagrin, even though my 'kids' are grown. It still gives me the chills when I hear whispering. In fact it makes me downright nervous. Especially when I know they are
conspiring talking to each other. I merely made popcorn. In the kitchen. Just outside my son's bedroom door. After he told me he was calling his sister and asked me not to bother him, just before he shut his door. It was then he began to whisper.
Oh, and a case of the Russian red wine introduced to me by friends associated with the AMERICAN FRIENDS OF RUSSIAN GEORGIA charitable organization. And one wineglass.
To quote Naven, "And that's all I need!"