Don't Read This If You Don't Want To Be Thanked, Don't Like The Word FUCK, Or Are Offended By George Carlin's Take On Religion

Thank all of you so very, very much. I haven't answered all of my comments from today but I will.
You don't know how much they mean to me.
Or maybe you do. Hell, I'm not unique. I'm just a woman who loves to hear nice things about herself. Most of us are like that. And so thank-you.
All day I've come here and checked to find what you've said and I've been overwhelmed and warmed.

And of course, wondering what in hell y'all are thinking to be so nice but you know, that's human too. To think to oneself, "Boy, I've really fooled THEM!"
Unless you're an egomaniac which I don't think I am but then again, I could be.
Who knows?
Not me.

Another thing I've done all day is to laugh to myself about the link that Elizabeth put up today.
If you haven't gone here yet, just do it.
You know my favorite word in the English language is "fuck" and this site has fuck on every page. Used in such a tender loving way.
Lord, Lord. I love it.

Okay, here's something my friend Harvey sent around today:

St. George Carlin.

We are so lucky to have had him.

I'm not a religious person but that does not mean I don't believe in saints.

Well, it's doing that thing where it's raining somewhere nearby. The sky has been pewtered and lightening-split and yes, we're getting the tiniest pattering of rain drops. One lone frog is begging for more. I join him in spirit. I've got what might be my last pot of collards and mustards for the season simmering on the stove. They've been simmering for hours because at this point in the year, there is no tenderness to them. The chickens are completely unconcerned about the weather and are going about their last bit of scratching for the day and every now and then the wind picks up and tosses the magnolia branches.

The earth itself yearns and the air is literally running hot and cold like a woman who can't make up her mind about whether or not she's going to go home with the guitar player at the end of the evening.
Maybe she doesn't even know.
And if she does, she ain't saying.

There you go. That's it from Lloyd, Florida today. At least from my little bit of it.

I'm so glad you came by.