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Monday, May 28, 2007
No commute today - it's a holiday. I muse upon my little unicorn ring from my old sweetheart buried in Arlington Cemetery, and all the rest of people in their various roles in the military culture. In the words of Amy Lowell, What are patterns for?
Not daunted by menacing radar and cloingy fog, I ventured out to that show and go and five folks assembled and we took off for a really nice ride out to Sadorus and Ivesdale. Alas, favorite people *were* dissuaded by radar. I might have been had I seen it... but it also didn't feel like it was going to rain and that's always worked before.
Sometimes it really stinks being half Vulcan. One never knows if it helps or hinders.
Not daunted by menacing radar and cloingy fog, I ventured out to that show and go and five folks assembled and we took off for a really nice ride out to Sadorus and Ivesdale. Alas, favorite people *were* dissuaded by radar. I might have been had I seen it... but it also didn't feel like it was going to rain and that's always worked before.
Sometimes it really stinks being half Vulcan. One never knows if it helps or hinders.
