I have friends who express their concerns about love. I picked up this little piece of work from another friend of mine. I worte a small poem. It is titled,"Bind up this broken heart of mine, and let me love again." I'll find the poem. I gave it to Carol, and she was taken with it.

Elizabeth in Australia has been mooning over something which did not come to pass. As I wrote to her, I too have done the same. And Granny Boo, who is like no Granny I ever knew, wrote that even a fulfilled relationship could have another. I agree.

I believe we are all drawn to the other side. We have frailities, and sometimes we are looking for that perfect soul. Well, I hate to break it to you, he is not out there. We are all half filled, and the best we can do is to find a good fit.

I have another friend who is not really searching, but torn. She just lost one love, and is gropping to find another. Well, I wish them all luck. Liz, you especially, because you have the soul of an artist. I don't know if you have ever known love, where someone could or would love you in return. I would hope so. You are such a neat individual. I choose my friends as one might choose good art, or good crystal, or anything which is bright, and shining, and ideal. Each of my friends, or those I would love to have as friends have these qualities.

Well, keep on....

I've posted this Jim Daily picture before. It is titled,"I'm a Root'en Toot'en Cowboy." This picture was in my Mom's nursing home. I liked it so much I had to find it on the Internet. Once I did , I had to capture it. Daily does paintings of the '30's. He has one, "Odd Man Out." I like his style.

My Internet has been off line for about two days. Carol said,"See you about Five," when she finally got it up and going. I would have done it, but I can't hear over the phone. I'm going to have to get a phone to accommodate