Come on. You know you want to. It's not about quality, it's about quantity, and freedom, and . . .
Well, I could blather on, but I won't. Just do it.
Ah, the other side. The other side of the lake, the other side of a door, the other side of the tracks, the other side of the mountain, the other side of the world, the other side of a certain age. The view is pretty nice over here!
Happy Birthday, Susan!
You caught up with me again!!!
If you haven't met Susan at EBC, now would be a good time to go visit and wish her a happy birthday!

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Three months until Christmas.

Forest Meadow
FOREST MEADOW
I was talking with someone today who mentioned that they lived on Forest Meadow. They made a comment on how that seemed like an oxymoronic name. I had to tell them that I knew exactly what the name meant, that it was the line where the deer came out from the woods into the fields.
And I don't know how the deer do it so stealthily. I'll be sitting in the car, scanning the edge of the woods, and nothing. I'll look down for a moment, then catch movement. They're already out of the woods, into the "forest meadow". Only three times have I been able to catch them at the point of emergence.
I know. What a weird hobby.


Some sleepy random thoughts, as I do laundry, wander through the Internet, and get ready to join 68,500 other goofballs at Spartan Stadium in saying "Go Green". (Stadium holds 70,000, but we have to allow room for the Chippewas in attendance.)
visiting other bloggers. Glad they came back up. Commenting can be kind of tricky, though, don't you think? I mean, how long should you read a blog before you comment? How often should the blog-owner jump back in on comments? How long should a comment be? Does a repeat reader have any obligation to comment or introduce themselves? How often should you comment? If you have a counter-thought to a post, should you comment or should you blog it on your own blog? Actually, some of these questions were brought up again when I was reading the comments at meg's and followed a comment to Riri's post on comments and introducing oneself.
"ATTENTION ALL MARKETING PEOPLE: Low-tech still works. "
We are in the process of contacting our customer base via the United States mail. We pull the mailing info from our database. Each customer gets a hand-signed letter with an offer, mailed in a hand-addressed envelope with a good old-fashioned 37 cent stamp on it. The offer is from our dispatchers, not the president of the company. It is written in a folksy manner. The response rate is unbelievable, hitting over 6% already. Six people work on the mailing, doing approximately 50 letters a day. We do them while we're waiting for print-outs, talking on the phone, etc. We are scheduled to have mailed 20,000 letters by Thanksgiving.
I need an orthopedic pen.

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Montana. Just this side of heaven. Or as this writer sums it up, the "better" Garden of Eden."
I didn't make it to Montana this year, but I will be back


Sometimes all we need is a big first letter for a paragraph. No drop cap, just a big cap. It looks best when followed by way too much text. Mandarin meg sets the color to chocolate, and I like that, as I'm savoring a lovely piece of Godiva Chocolate.
Today is the dreaded "inventory" day as well as "statement" day. To make it even more dreaded, yesterday afternoon we lost our power at 4:30 p.m. when the city had to cut the electricity due to a fire at the local oil company a few blocks away. I didn't get everything prepped the way I like it for such an intense day, so I'm going in early. Yikes! Wish me luck.