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Can one imagine that the saints are wise while the living are alternate?

Is that an insane statement about those presently beyond our understanding? The ancients once honored those that have passed through a troublesome life ... like a wee wooden man ... a small folk in a tree gathering as much as possible of d' elite!

Zacchaeus as a bother, or concern ... gnome? If you gnome ... maybe avoid 'M ... because of the wooden heart? Totem along ...
 
Is it peculiar that an ancient Semitic word for wisdom resembled d' eathe, or d' Earth as the muck flies ... driven through space by forces we cannot begin to imagine as what else; dark, mysterious as the night?

That also is a word ... in Nordic a Nott! Many get entangled during this period ... and fin themselves without thought ... just blown away by circumstances! Note that in the log ...
 
Is it peculiar that an ancient Semitic word for wisdom resembled d' eathe, or d' Earth as the muck flies ... driven through space by forces we cannot begin to imagine as what else; dark, mysterious as the night?

That also is a word ... in Nordic a Nott! Many get entangled during this period ... and fin themselves without thought ... just blown away by circumstances! Note that in the log ...
I still have thoughts.
 
My turn!

Good late Monday morning. The coffee is on and may be spilling because I forgot to put the pot underneath the machine. Sorry. I also burnt the biscuits and cookies. I don't drink tea, but if you insist I think there is some in the cupboard that dates back to Chretien.

From learning that InstaPots aren't portable loos, to learning that dog blankets are exactly as clean as we had feared, may we all learn something new this Monday.
 
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Okay, I vote for @chansen to become @Redbaron's permanent backup. :D:devil:

I'll put on a couple pots of tea that is much newer. There's Irish Breakfast and Yorkshire Gold. The kettle is boiled and there's other teas in the tea box.
 
When you write, "The kettle is boiled," my mind imagines a kettle melted down in a crucible.

I'm not entirely sure what is wrong with me.
 
Good morning. We're of to Vancouver this morning. Our in-house weatherman reports it is supposed to be sunny today and tomorrow. We'll see. All arrangements have been made for things like dog sleepover with friends, rides, accommodations, etc. Just the implementation is left. This will be our first time using this particular ferry. It makes it so much easier. About an hour from downtown to downtown, instead of at least two hours, including bus rides and such.
 
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