CléaThe dollar I found on the counter. The dilemma of taking it or not. The decision to tell the shopkeeper someone had left it there. The smile in my heart when she took it and put it in the charity box.
The moment after blowing out the candles when I decided against the little speech I had rehearsed in my head all day.
Offering genuine support because she looked like she needed it and staying emotionally detached from the time she kicked me when I was down.
The moment when I missed this blog’s 20,000th hit, on Friday 29 May, to discover later that it was a long time reader and commenter, Justin, who should start his own blog (hint hint).
The whirring sound of Lazarus’ hard drive, when I brought him back to life after I encased him in a HDD enclosure and switched him on.
Like pancakes on a Sunday, life is but a sequence of moments to be savoured.
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Of course, it begs the question that will be on everyone’s lips though…what do you like on top of your Sunday pancakes?
Kami: A strawberry kiss, as in keeping it simple. Good quality Maple syrup and lots of it!
Life with strawberries and plenty of maple syrup.
Now there is a recipe for life worth savoring one mouthful at a time.
Kami: I might not have it every day but its taste lingers on. Until the next Sunday.
It is quite an hono(U)r.
Not the smile you got from that hunk on the beach?
Justin: You’re welcome
Now for the blog…
Sidney: Hunks have been scarce of late. I knew there was a reason I don’t like winter!
Mmmmm… pancakes…
Somehow I just knew Lazarus would be back.
Hmmm… my comment vanished. All I said was that the pancakes “sounded like a meal fit for Jehova”?
Gboy: Drool…. a la Homer…
I couldn’t let him die. And why I hear you ask? Because of a strange nostalgia: I did 5 years of writing on him.
Gboy: Where? Oh, I ate it… with the pancakes.