
I found this image somewhere on my wanderings, and am contemplating putting it on my front stairs going up to the deck. I’d just change some of the destinations.
Here’s my list (I tried to stick with the pic as much as possible).
Where would you go?
Croning My Way Through Life

I found this image somewhere on my wanderings, and am contemplating putting it on my front stairs going up to the deck. I’d just change some of the destinations.
Here’s my list (I tried to stick with the pic as much as possible).
Where would you go?

For Reading My Blog
Sharing Your Thoughts
Being My Friend
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?
Well, it’s a few days later, and I’m embarrassed to reread my whine-a-thon the other day. We all get into the funk now and then — the reasons don’t matter. Usually they pass as quickly as they come. The point is, though, is that most of us don’t take to public media to share that whining.
Perhaps that’s the curse of the writer. Confused? Write about it. Excited? Write about it. Tired? Write about it. That’s the problem with writers. We are so used to emoting on paper that we don’t know when to stop.
So in order to make up for pouting and venting and making more of the blues than of the yellows, here are a few photos to make you (and me) smile.