HomeLatest ThreadsGreatest ThreadsForums & GroupsMy SubscriptionsMy Posts
DU Home » Latest Threads » In_The_Wind » Journal
Page: 1

In_The_Wind

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, 09:44 PM
Number of posts: 71,671

About Me

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)!

Journal Archives

Obviously the stroke he had a few months back is still fogging his mind.

IMO: He is not fit to be my President.

I pulled a muscle in my neck painting the rails on the deck Saturday'

I've been under self imposed house arrest taking massive doses of pain killers every 4 hours. It's starting to feel better. When I stop bouncing off the wall walking down the hall I'll think about driving. Until then

We had a storm 2 weeks ago with golf ball sized hail. I was home so my car has lots of dents. My roof needs replacing. It's covered by insurance. My neighbor's car was totaled.

Enjoy your feel good meds. Oh, and slow your roll. Our old bodies take longer to heal.

I agree with Joe Biden 100%.

The Trump Administration should be charged with a crime if Raul Grijalva becomes seriously ill.

This total disregard for human life must be stopped one way or another.

My heart will always belong to my 1st Golden.

His name was Lord Byron.

Of course we went searching for the love of his life. They had two litters. Beautiful pups which I gave away one at a time. I couldn't bring myself to sell them to strangers.
Go to Page: 1