December's End. Forecast for Snow.
"Some people love waking to the sight of new snow. Fallen snow is fine, but I like the sight of it falling, fine as dust or so fat you can hear it land against the kitchen window. I like the tunnel of dry snow you drive through at night, the headlights blanking out a few yards ahead, and the feeling that you're driving into some abysmal vacuum. I like the ground-blizzards and the snow that slithers down the road ahead of you. What I like is the visual impairment snow brings with it, the way it obscures some things and defines others, like the wind." - ---Verlyn Klinkenborg from The Rural Life
That's the antithesis of a glad tiding in my book!
ReplyDeleteLydia--cannot get on your site. My computer keeps saying, "Illegal operation." I'm going to shut the whole thing down, go to work, and hope it fixes itself by tonight. Until then, close that mind up and keep your brains in your head. Or, maybe they could wear helmets at that church??
ReplyDeletePerhaps aluminum foil would work.
ReplyDeleteBrain catching sign!
ReplyDeleteHilarious - I'm sending this to my daughter Bobbie. (She had a brain tumor removed in Feb.)
ReplyDeleteI think the folks at GTA need to check their own cerebral cortex function.
ReplyDeleteIn your case, I think you need to bring the gallon-capacity ziplocs... Ciao bella
ReplyDeletelol!.. that's what's been wrong all these years....!
ReplyDeleteOn a side note, I've just tagged you, come over to our page to see the deal if you fancy joining in.. (it could take several hundred hours !)..lol cheers!
That is startlingly candid for a religious organization. As far as their website address goes, I do believe Grand Theft Auto (GTA) London would be a pretty sweet game
ReplyDeleteOh, so that's where my brains went! Now I understand...
ReplyDeleteOH NO! Not my BRAINS! I thought the western world had squashed all thoughts of anti-liberty and justice for some.
ReplyDeleteWell, to hell with you GTA. My mind is an open book, the world is at my feet! Take that!
Oh, this just makes me want to spit. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteI used to go to a Glad Tidings Assembly of God church, but when they found out I was gay they kept trying to "fix" me. No thank you.
ReplyDeleteGreat sign, though.