Dear Poirot,

I'd forgotten about OUG.

Perhaps in the New Year these guys might make
an appearance again.

Dear Suse,

Happy New Year to you and Everyone, as well!

We've "Jingled All The Way" - now it's time to
look forward to New Adventures ... Yay!

Yes, but have you taken any steps to rescue one of those Burmese you say you have always wanted?

If one is completely honest about it, very few of our limitations are not self imposed.

Time is a'slipping away and so is life.

Forget the NYR, learn to live in the moment, cherish that. Remember, 'If it is going to be, it has to be me'.

Slipping Away
Slipping away--slipping away!
Out of our brief year slips the May;
And Winter lingers, and Summer flies;
And Sorrow abideth, and Pleasure dies;
And the days are short, and the nights are long;
And little is right, and much is wrong.

Slipping away is the Summer time;
It has lost its rhythm and lilting rhyme -
For the grace goes out of the day so soon,
And the tired head aches in the glare of noon,
And the way seems long to the hills that lie
Under the calm of the western sky.

Slipping away are the friends whose worth
Lent a glow to the sad old earth:
One by one they slip from our sight;
One by one their graves gleam white;
Or we count them lost by the crueller death
Of a trust betrayed, or a murdered faith.

Slipping away are the hopes that made
Bliss out of sorrow, and sun out of shade,
Slipping away is our hold on life;
And out of the struggle and wearing strife,
From joys that diminish, and woes that increase,
We are slipping away to the shores of Peace.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I enjoy Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

"What can be said in New Year rhymes
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go
We know we dream, we dream we know
We rise up laughing with the light
We lie down weeping with the night
We hug the world until it stings
We curse it then and sigh for wings
We live, we love, we woo, we wed
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year."

Some here may know her better for this,

http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/solitude-by-ella-wheeler-wilcox

I enjoy poetry.

4X4, a remote place somewhere, coffee + Louis Royer (for the chill) and now the tablet provides endless literature. Yay! Heaven, or oblivion (that sucks), can wait.

Some of those posters who have disappeared have been removed by Graham Young who has tried to keep a measure of civility in our discussions. Viva Graham Young.