November began with good intentions of posting daily in the sister and brotherhood of NaBloPoMo (confession: I wasn’t once able to say that correctly — it came out as NaBlaBlahBlah, or something similar). While I’ve got sharing daily photos mostly down (I’m very close to 1,000 photos since the launch of hchamp.com), I’m out of shape with lifting words and neglected to post on the following days: November 4, 6, 18, 20, 22, 23, 25, 27 & 29 (9 posts). I thought about being shifty and back dating the following morning, but that would be dirty pool. Nope, I wasn’t able to do it.
Stairs lead up from the hallway to a landing area where there are doors to two double bedrooms. The Twelve Days of Christmas began as a French secular love song. That has calmed down significantly. But some businesses operate under this paradigm: “failure can never happen.” It is one that we want to see those responsible for this action held accountable. Automatic arctic monkeys snow, starfish counseling.
Sixty seven words of prose brought to you, or rather my inbox, as spam subject lines. It’s not all that bad in a Harper’s Findings kind of way.
I need to make Chieka a Toy Poodle suit (after watching a Dog Show Thanksgiving day)
Nikon needs to be getting of their derriere and update the drivers and application for my negative scanner (switching back and forth between old and new computers is getting…. old!)
I admire those who decided to share Ulysses with the world (I’m not sure what I would choose to read aloud on Haight Street while standing on a milk crate)
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