I spend way too much time on my lap top, but I am ready to quit. When I realized they have control of all your information, well my information is really very dull so that did not bother me so much; but now they "That's the big They in the sky" who ever they are have crossed the line. I am a creature of habit in some things, playing cribbage before going to bed was one of my "pleasures" I guess it became a habit, not a bad one. One might say it was a constructive habit, it stimulated my mind and I loved it.
Now Yahoo has drop the page and my "play cribbage yahoo" is gone and I do not think it will be back. I think what galls me is I had no control of the decision, it was made without my input and I have no power to change it. My Yahoo cribbage is gone and I am so sad, and mad, dang I do not like some unknown entity having power over my desires...I feel like a little kid who just had her marbles stolen, and I do not like it. Believe me there will be no more yahoo in my house. What do you think, do you think they will miss me???
Just a couple of pictures to get my mind off of YAHOO
Thursday, April 3, 2014
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again