posted on Jan, 7 2016 @ 07:09 PM
Hay Syx let us scratch you behind the ear a little. Isn't that nice? Please don't be sad.
Does any one remember Falcor?
Dawg I am so sorry if I offended you. But I must make the statement that I was not raised a "city slicker" but grew up on the foot hills of the
Appalachians and far removed to Europe had my first job at twelve on a farm that raised hogs and cows.
My reward was to tend to the horses. In the winter on moon lit nights we would ride out bundled up and happy. I would lay on the back of a horse in
the summer, as she grassed and take nap.
Rain never deterred us from getting the cows in for milking. An on coming storm would just inspire us to work harder to get the hay in.
I do know what city life is like having lived in a Metropolis too, and traveled much. But city slicker, nay.
When I go out side my joy is to hear the voice of the stars singing.
Night Those nasty little remote thingies. I should get my self a drone and bomb them with marsh mellows.
Thank you. I would love to cook a six course meal, heck, twelve, that would last all day and into the evening and after that we could have songs and
dance and story telling by some of our wonderful sages in here.
Crappie You must really have a passion for fishing. How do you like to prepare them? I prefer very simple salt, pepper and lemon. that is if I
ever caught one. Hmprf.
edit on 7-1-2016 by WalkInSilence because: No one else does it why should I