Glasses Of Wine #112


Ahhh, but TR… you don’t know me very well do you? If you were here and we were sitting around the kitchen table, i’d be listening and making refreshments at the same time. What do you mean by saying that it’s so long no one will read it. *Giggles* Let me introduce myself to you – G’day, i’ve just been christened the new name “no one”! AND I’m even more proud of you while Mrs Rusty is playing Mah Jong i read. Keep writing, it’s good for us all…   |<   <<   >>   >|


by Rosie (PM , CC ) on Tuesday September 18, 2007 @ 2:52 AM   (del)


To Rosie, I say Ah!,ah, ah, ah, Nice to see you again,this evening. Very special, you are, M’Lady.

Thank you, for your true self nature and the sensitivity you have for everyone. Noone knows everything. Rusty ‘giggles’

You are loved. God is great. The Presence of Love__ exists Always.
Every breath breathed for our planet of people and their home, Earth.

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by trust the rust (PM , CC ) on Tuesday September 18, 2007 @ 3:19 AM   (del)

You are getting good at this comment thing aren’t you? Happy night to you…   |<   <<   >>   >|


by Rosie (PM , CC ) on Tuesday September 18, 2007 @ 3:32 AM   (del)

I too am a zen master of the vehicular repair arts. I take it to a man who always has a few good tire fires going up in the hills. He fixes it while I shoot his woodchucks and entertain his wives and children for him. A good meal then – everything with ketchup. Then we have a fire, listen to the sound of one hand clapping. I drive away with a smooth noise. It is good. Once, coming off a hill with runaway truck stop, I lost brakes – the flexible line. By Grace alone this happened not on the hill but ten seconds later, on the flat. Went through a traffic light, pulled uphill slightly into McDonald’s parking lot, ran over a small tree, then finally came to a stop. Wife and kids in car, kids in baby seats. There before me I saw the mall parking lot, and Sears like the Promised Land of milk and honey. Two hours later we were on the road again. My hands were dirty. For that success there was equal and opposite failure, for one week later I couldn’t get the dang oil filter off.

How glorious it must be to be worried that the car may blow up in view of Mt. Rainier rather than in view of ShopRite. You live in God’s country, driving God’s car, with God’s family, and all is well, all is always well.

Glad to hear you repaired marriage too. I could’ve used that toolbox on more than one occasion.

P.S. If she thinks “A Love Supreme” sounds like Muzak you probably wouldn’t have married her in the first place – so, put a record on and right arm over. The family that prays together really does stay together.

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Tuesday September 18, 2007 @ 6:44 AM   (del)

John, Your posts, your comments, and your raw vigor and intelligent
humour are the magical brew. Always insights and twists and turns and 
the naughty sense… of childhood pranks…practiced whiticisms.
The vernacular of the ‘The White Lodge’. The music. Your thinking is musical and your words are legend and I had all of these things I wanted to say,but My wife’M’,needs/wants the computer. I should go to bed. Bye TR
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by trust the rust (PM , CC ) on Wednesday September 19, 2007 @ 2:31 AM   (del)

TR, just caught up with your blog, what a fun ride on your magical mystery tour, just getting there with God as your mechanic was thee best! You do know he was peeking over your shoulder during that entire repair? (wink, wink)
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by n. lynn (PM , CC ) on Thursday September 20, 2007 @ 9:09 AM   (del)


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