The sermon for Sunday, Jun. 30, 2002 is: to say nothing of the dog
10:30 a.m. Good morning! Colleen, true to form and character (her character, human character, this weekend's character), has flaked on me. Ah well. It's a sunny day. I'm listening to NPR and early reports have it that it's a sunny world as well. I shall spend this Sunday in bed reading Jerome K. Jerome's "Three Men In A Boat," which is a sunny book. Thank god for Victorian literature.
the Funny Show
agriculture poem
my life in the ghost of Bush
time-lapsed (part 1)
unreconciled
Images are taken without permission from the fine and trusting folks at Folk Arts of Poland; please purchase something from them. Background music stolen without permission from Epitonic, Basta Music, and just about everywhere else my unscrupulous hands could grab something. No rights reserved.