"La Puce" wrote in message
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madgardener wrote:
hmmmmmmm, that sounds interesting........I am thrilled that you took time
to
print me out.......and since going to a tiny curry cafe in central
Manchester on printed paper might the only way I'll ever do it......then I
am thrilled that you considered me worthy enough to share me!

Good dog yes! Just finished a fantastic book and cannot find anything
to follow such a superb story. So go girl, get writing will ya ...!!

I have some words bouncing around in me head as I sit here........g and I
ain't snipping this response, so if Kay doesn't like it, she won't see it!
LOL apparently she's blocked me........sigh......

I hope so. If she's from Buffalo, Minnesota (two n's.....g) are you
sure
Buffalo, Minnesota and not Buffalo, New York:?? gbseg then my zonal
musings must sound like tales from Florida.

(snipette)

Off course you're right!!! New York it is. I've no idea why I said
minesota. She tells tales of lake Erie when she was a girl she couldn't
see the bottom of it until they started realising how polluted it was.
Oh yeah, older, first settled area and glad they cleaned it up. My best
friend and her husband grew up in Buffalo, her mom was Russian immigrant, I
forget she's first generation here. she corrected me years ago about "when
you speak of the Civil war, you must remember my people were being chased by
the Czar when yours were dodging bullets of different kinds". Her husband
and partner in life and father of her four children has family that is
actually part of the Cornwallis family, but they changed how they spelled
it.................hmmmmmm.

My own current and LAST husband (28 years, but not my first hubby) grew up
nearer the other huge Great Lakes, he knew and loved Lake Michigan a huge
portion of his life. I met him in Denver, where I also met the life friend
from Buffalo who remains my friend still despite the miles. (and now she
resides in Oregon, and is twice as far and we still are great friends)

Now she says she can see the bottom of the lake which is only a couple
of metres deep!! She now lives in Radcliffe ... quite a strange place
to be from Buffalo, but there it is )

I just love the
magic of internet that allows me to share a piece of myself........

(snipette)

I like to archive - a habit I picked up from work I suppose - but also
I like visiting people I've met on the net. Last year we visited a
writter who I had met virtually, he was larger than what I imagined him
to be on usenet. It was a fantastic time and it turned out that he has
lots of novels in our book shops! So I got a couple signed and very
much enjoyed his swimming pool too, so did the kids ;o)

that's so neat! So far I've met a few gardening friends from rec.gardens.
I know Pen from down under is always threatening to come up and kick my arse
for being unable still to get my Clivia to bloom. (she has even sent me a
seedling baby of a yellow from one of many she hybridizes and sends to
nurseries around the world) through a nursery somewhere up in Michigan.
It's struggling along. One day I hope to honor her and get my silly plants
to bud for me, including the yellow. (you should see the picture of the one
she named for her daughter.....a soft peach/yellow/salmon/soft sherbet
orange one that leaves me drooling)
(snip)

Ergonomic keyboard hey, and a lil' kitten nearby. Well there's some
coincidence indeed! My young pub, Beulah, has just returned from a long
walk and is atm eyeing me. What she's waiting for is a robust rub with
her bath towel. Even when it doesn't rain, she asks for it.
Maggie is the newest feline addition. (there are four curmudgeon males of
neutered characters. All wonderous and individual. I had a great Aunt
Beulah, one of my dad's sisters...she worked the cotton mill until she was
released from having lung problems....from working the cotton mills....being
Southern, the women who didn't pick up the bad habit of smoking (no lady was
seen smoking, although they did, but those women were considered
tramps.....) the others did something more refined, but by my standards,
horrible.........Beula dipped snuff. She'd put a pinch of ground tobacco
between her lip and gums and would upon occaison need to spit. My
grandmammy also dipped, as did my grandpap........I can still hear my Great
Aunt Beula talking with that tight lipped drawl....g nothing like having
to locate the coffee can that served as the "spit cup" as a
child.................LOL


Where does the name Sméagol comes from?

that was Golum's true name before the ring of power from the Dark Lord in
Lord of the Rings changed him when he stole it from his brother, Dweegol
several hundred years before the quest. Gandolf brought to Frodo's
attention that once Sméagol had been a hobbit not quite unlike him, but the
ring had changed him over centuries. The puppy grumbled and ate voraciously
when we first got him, and since we were in the middle of the second movie
when we got him, we just decided to name him thusly. He still grumbles in
his throat. A vocal dawg......the hound is obvious at times of duress.
Sugar Dawg is Border Collie and Black Lab, but she and Sméagol are medium
sized dawgs.

thanks for hollering back at me! I am about to embark on a few thoughts.
maddie