tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post20756487311182548..comments2024-03-29T06:37:40.071-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: Vastly Imperfect And Perfectly HumanMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-66274194872793153132019-04-12T12:43:38.942-04:002019-04-12T12:43:38.942-04:00A case of the I-Suck? I have been looking for that...A case of the I-Suck? I have been looking for that term all my life. Thanks!Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-74194580897965418322019-04-11T17:29:51.965-04:002019-04-11T17:29:51.965-04:00"I haven't thought of the other lyrics ye..."I haven't thought of the other lyrics yet."<br />Haha! That was the best part of your comment. Anyway, I was thinking of you, Mr. P. And although your ideas here are brilliant, I really don't think that Americans hanging clothes on the line is worthy of that much attention. A great many of my neighbors have their own clotheslines. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-51653999409093420182019-04-11T17:28:29.865-04:002019-04-11T17:28:29.865-04:00The sun is shining like that right now. Again. And...The sun is shining like that right now. Again. And as more and more green appears on the trees the light takes on a different aspect. More glowy, somehow. <br />Thank you for your sweet words, Steve. They mean a lot to me. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-45924098920134938752019-04-11T17:27:29.645-04:002019-04-11T17:27:29.645-04:00You sure DO do the gardening, woman!
I'm sorr...You sure DO do the gardening, woman! <br />I'm sorry you don't have good places to walk. I am very lucky. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-6858763523010969712019-04-11T17:26:54.057-04:002019-04-11T17:26:54.057-04:00We humans are strange as fuck, aren't we? I kn...We humans are strange as fuck, aren't we? I know exactly what you mean. That picture did not even do that lettuce and its light justice. It was so gorgeous. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-205067088572870482019-04-11T17:25:40.515-04:002019-04-11T17:25:40.515-04:00That's hysterical!
And actually, Glen was in ...That's hysterical! <br />And actually, Glen was in Chicago so there is that too. Another commenter once thought she saw Jessie and Vergil in an airport and she sent me the picture. They DID look quite similar but no, it wasn't them. A reader in Asheville did, however, once honestly ID Jessie. What a hoot! Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-47087615066401608552019-04-11T17:23:48.545-04:002019-04-11T17:23:48.545-04:00I love it too. I even prefer stiff towels over sof...I love it too. I even prefer stiff towels over soft. It's always a pleasure for me to hang the clothes on the line and take them off, folding as I go. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-37158402857209826412019-04-11T17:22:57.441-04:002019-04-11T17:22:57.441-04:00"Got the little bugger before it flitted away..."Got the little bugger before it flitted away again."<br />There. You've summed up my life. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-41845418103911835622019-04-11T15:01:49.973-04:002019-04-11T15:01:49.973-04:00When Americans hang their washing out to dry there...When Americans hang their washing out to dry there is hope for the USA and for the planet. Perhaps you should lead a march on Washington Ms Moon with everybody singing "Washing on the Line" to the tune of Johnny Cash's "I Walk the Line". I haven't thought of the other lyrics yet. Then you can stand on the steps of The Lincoln Memorial declaring "I have a dream that one day the dryers will be switched off. I have dream that one day the laundry will flap on the lines once again..."Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-37343855032698472852019-04-11T09:55:13.086-04:002019-04-11T09:55:13.086-04:00I like 37P's comment above about "I suck&...I like 37P's comment above about "I suck" days. It really is a question of perspective. You most certainly do NOT suck! You do so much and you do it so well. I love your lit-up lettuce leaves and the clothes on the line and all that sunshine.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-26737479358622156812019-04-11T09:05:13.702-04:002019-04-11T09:05:13.702-04:00as I've mentioned before, no good pretty place...as I've mentioned before, no good pretty places to walk around here. it's all farmland or pasture and dogs loose. and no clothesline but then I don't do the laundry. I do the gardening though!ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-72626243979088578902019-04-10T22:59:50.008-04:002019-04-10T22:59:50.008-04:00The laundry on the line, the sun shining through t...The laundry on the line, the sun shining through the lettuce leaves, beautiful. Some days are just "I suck" days, when my house seems so run down and I feel powerless to changes its slide toward decay. And other days I love my house, it feels cosy and warm and comforting. Same house. Different mind. On my I suck days I am usually comparing myself to someone else who seems to have it all together, and yet I bet whoever it is I am using to flagellate myself has I suck days, too. We humans are strange. I love your stained glass analogy for the lettuce. They do indeed look lit from within.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-20241850730489384162019-04-10T21:33:56.116-04:002019-04-10T21:33:56.116-04:00I was eating breakfast at Peach's in Bradenton...I was eating breakfast at Peach's in Bradenton this morning (do they have Peach's in your neck of the woods?), and swore that I saw Mr. Moon. Now I know yesterday you said he was in Miami and coming home, but I had myself convinced that he'd taken the long way home or something. I know I stared at him (I know because he finally looked at me like I was a stalker or some such nonsense!), and told my hubby that I had to go say hi to Glen, to which I got the 'who the hell is Glen' question. I had actually stood up when I noticed he was getting up, too (he was at the counter next to another gentleman)…..and then I sat down with a thud. The guy was about 5'6"! The counter had seats that were elevated, so I was quite surprised when Glen turned out to be so short. Catrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17408495829569772826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-86500532071771695872019-04-10T20:10:44.025-04:002019-04-10T20:10:44.025-04:00You are lucky to be able to hang your washing on t...You are lucky to be able to hang your washing on the line. Can't do that here and so love the smell and feel...Have a wonderful night.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-28914253354848358692019-04-10T19:45:40.912-04:002019-04-10T19:45:40.912-04:00That laundry is Pulitzer prize. Except, I'm mi...That laundry is Pulitzer prize. Except, I'm mixing metaphores or whatever, and can't think of what movies win. Oscars! Got the little bugger before it flitted away again. That laundry is beautiful.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.com