So far, we are learning to analise poems and how to properly read them them aloud. Also, to appreciate the sounds of the words as well as the meaning, if the particular poem has any. My new motorcycle is a 2006 Kawasaki Ninja 250. It just happened to be the right bike at the right time for the right price. But the most important thing is that it has me on two wheels again and also on the road. It's a lot of bike (well, enough for me) in a small package. It's acceleration and speed will is better that all but the most top end sports car. The Tail of the Dragon is a section of road in the mountains betwixt North Carolina and Tennessee that is 11 miles long with 318 curves in it. A motorcylce ridin' friend has told me about it. It's located between Knoxville and Chattanooga, in the Great Smoky Mountains. It's a three hour drive for me. Cain't hardly wait... Elia

Such a serious rider. ; ) Could have taken the weekly bath on the way.

OK, I thought about it some more... after all, who in their right mind would drink a gallon of bucket-stored wine made by impoverished monks in one sitting? Fill up the three gallon bucket. Dump its contents into the fiver. Fill up the three again. Completely fill the fiver. You should have one gallon remaining in the three gallon bucket. Now completely dump the fiver into the big bucket. Dump the one gallon into the fiver. Completely re-fill the three gallon bucket, and dump those three gallons into the fiver as well. You should now have four gallons in the fiver, four in the eight, and none in the three. This is a better solution than my first stab at the puzzle because the mass of the three gallon bucket would have unfairly displaced a little extra wine from the five gallon bucket. If the two wine connoisseurs happened to have been siblings, the bickering that would ensue might have driven the impoverished monks to either murder... or to consuming all of their product before it could be found by wine connoisseurs in the first place!

Actually, I find myself computer/internetless right now, as Ed shut off the cable. But I was also working the house. It is almost put back together and I am beginning what will be minor construction on the back office. I tore down the old closet pieces, making the floor two different levels instead of three. And took down stuff hanging from the ceiling, along with 9 of the original tongue-and-groove wall pieces to make room for the French doors and to so that I can use the pieces to cover up where the old door was. The handy man is putting up trim inside and outside of the new bathroom. Ed comes to get the rest of his stuff today and I brought the rest of my stuff from storage so that all of my stuff is in one place now. It's almost home. Almost. Wish I could stay and I am making efforts to do so. Two people tried to fix me up this past week. It's good to have friends care about you, and think you're good enough to pass on (i.e. wouldn't embarrass them somewhere down the road (((wink wink)))), but golly, I am not even divorced yet. Much less considering being with anyone anytime soon, if ever... boyfriends are much better than husbands because you can send them home. KIDDING, really. LF's team won two, lost two of his baseball tournament. Somewhere along the way, he managed to win the admiration of the kids on his team, and that will probably get him through to next spring. Got a bedframe last night and as I sunk into the freshly cleaned linens, in a bed which now has some give to it, I fell asleep immediately. Ah. It's the simple things. Shoot, I couldn't stop opening and closing the door Richard hung on my bedroom once it was up. You never know how much you need a door until you don't have one.