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In_The_Wind

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June 3, 2013

Here are my answers.

1) Why did you choose your current DU avatar?

Time seems to be an illusion these days.

2) What interesting thing would I find out about you if I knew your name and googled you?

4 years ago we were ponzied by Bernie Madoff. My name is on the list of victims.

3) What have you done with your weekend?

Since the itty_bitty_golf_cart_committee won ... we had to move a teak outdoors set of table and chairs ... so we also moved 3/4 of a blue stone patio. If there is a complaint about where the hammock is sitting ... the rest of the blue stone will get moved. The new Koi Pond is down to 2 foot in depth thanks to 5 carts of dirt being dug out and moved.

4) What are you looking forward to doing, seeing, or trying later during this calendar year?

Completing the Pond and landscaping job around it. Perhaps ... moving my old Koi before the old house has a new owner. I hope they don't kill the fish!

Profile Information

Gender: Female
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Home country: USA
Current location: Watching my Koi Pond in upstate New York.
Member since: Mon Apr 25, 2005, 10:44 PM
Number of posts: 72,300

About In_The_Wind

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~~~~~~~~~ For, it ends in the blink of an eye. Carpe Diem (Seize the day)!
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