Tuesday, May 08, 2007

So Long Gary,

Saying for the Day- A good neighbor is a gift to be treasured.

After you have blogged for a bit you find yourself in an internet community. Around you are the blogs that you link with. The people who drop in and say hello. The one’s that comment on what is happening in your life and share a little of theirs. Like neighbors saying hi over the fence and asking , “ what do you hear from the kids ?”.
So it is sad for me when one of my blog neighbors decided to quit blogging. I will miss their views on life. I will miss their comments. I will miss them.
This week I lose Gary. Gary was like the next door neighbor with a garden. When you stopped by he would point with pride to some plant or another. He also liked to shop and shared with us his bargains. It was good to have Gary in the neighborhood.
But now he is leaving. I don’t know why any more than I knew why he started blogging in the first place. It just seems to happen. People come and go. They move in and they move out.
But Gary I want you to know you will be missed. Because of you I am planting a garden.
Good luck in your planting, shopping , and next adventures.

@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls– the little town in my garage where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life goes on as normal.-Petrovich’s lone renter came back this morning on the milk train. He was surprised to find out all that he had missed. Petrovich , himself, announced that he soon will publish some driblets that will make the entire town sit up and pay attention. That is if his interpretation is correct.
Several of the boys that went swimming up at the Lake of the Loons now have really bad colds. But Tommy UK says that it has nothing to do with the swimming. The water was not that cold.
All over Pigeon Falls people are being tempted by the warm weather to start planting the flowers they have in containers in the garage. They remember, however, frosts early in June and having to go and buy the same flowers over again. The people who planted hardy perennials don’t have that problem. Those plants just come back year after year , like weeds.
The Grover Anderson’s big sheep dog Molly had puppies. They don’t know who the father is . They are trying to give away eight cute little things. Of course if the father was a big dog they will grow up to be not so little. So far they have only managed to give away two of the pups. Molly is AKC registered and they had planned on breeding her. They don’t know how the dog got into the fenced in area and did the foul deed. But they are sure it wasn’t a virgin birth. Biologically that would require all the puppies to be girls and five of them are boys. Just down the street is an English Springer Spaniel named Spanky. Across the street is a Labrador Retriever and just down the street is a miniature poodle but it would have need a step stool to reach its goal. Then , of course, it could have been some stray passing through that stopped for a short visit with Molly. The Andersons are trying to imagine a miniature, hairless, sheep dog but it boggles the mind. Only time will tell.
Nancy is worried that the strange happenings at the Saturday Festival may indicate that the poltergeist is back. But there have been no indications at the coffee shop that this is true.
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Today's Link-The Hippie Conservative- Some interesting thought aout free speach and i s limits- Feel free to leave a Dr. John in the comment.
Another good day. Ordered a gift for Betty for Mother's Day. SHe isn't blogging this week so I can write that here. We went through some more boxes. Threw away three bags of stuff. There are so many boxes left to go. We left the dog out in the yard while we worked and it kept coming and looking so sad through the glass door.Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

6 Comments:

Blogger Janvangogh said...

Petrovich sure does like attention. Like the town didnt take notice of the last driblet. Didnt they have a Dooms day festival? What does Petrovich think they will do to top that?

5:58 AM  
Blogger Margaret said...

Poor Molly. My Bassett Hound "Ms. Baggy Pants" had herself a swooning courter at one time. His name was "Butch" and he was a Boxer.

The result was 8 wiggly "Box'ettes" that poor Ms. Baggies had a difficult time delivering. We ended up keeping one, the runt of the litter.

I believe there is a photo of Ms. Pee Wee the Box'ette in my photos section. But I will post a recent one as soon as I can.

6:31 AM  
Blogger The Old Fart said...

Sorry to hear one of your Blogging Neighbors is not going to be posting any more.

Hopefully they will still be staying in contact with you through other means and I am sure they will keep visiting your blog.

9:23 AM  
Anonymous quilly said...

Perhaps Gary will miss us and come back. I know I will miss him.

4:32 PM  
Blogger patterns of ink said...

This is a nice tribute to a friend and a great image of the blogging neighborhood. I think you are wise to recognize that there are reasons behind why things happen and to not read into them. Sometimes that's hard to do.

6:06 PM  
Blogger Nea said...

After awhile blogging seems to become an obligation, some people just get tired of the drain on their emotiona resources. I have known many people who have quit, they just couldn't find the time, but I know it is often more than just finding the time.....

But I understand what you mean, when this is the only communication you have with certain people, you know if they stop blogging you won't ever hear from them again......

9:45 PM  

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