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May all beings be happy & free. Retired high school and junior high English teacher after 44 yrs. Yogi, poet, literacy coach. Fitness, nutrition, active lifestyle, gym rat. Reiki practitioner. Be mindful, meditate, relax. Be content. Shih Tzu dad! So. CA
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On Blue Sky, the right 1/3 of my laptop touchscreen is taken up with a useless column titled 'Discover' 'Search.' I think this is something new that I didn't create. It's pissing me off... any ideas on how to get rid of this?

I would never listen to what this bitch says, but she's in the media posing as an influencer: Lara Trump says 'Americans should be kissing the feet of Elon Musk & Donald Trump.' If she weren't such a dotard this would infuriate me. But from this idiot, elitist wannabe traitor, it just nauseates me.

I'm seeing posts/articles today that say Dems are "waking up" to the stock market plummet. No. We were never asleep at this wheel. Maybe a few repubs might be waking up, but I seriously doubt it. These statements only serve to make Dems look more helpless than they evidentially are.

It turns out entrusting our democracy to a bunch of white Christian nationalists who only see government as a means to enrich themselves and punish their enemies is a really bad idea, actually.

We're hitting the dusty trail again... Lu Lu and her dad...

Happy yogi debriefing after class.

LuLu C Laird...offers home decorating tips...will work for Milk Bones.

I'll give the missing music, color, stars, my soul in brushstrokes, to complete your unfinished portrait, asleep in my heart

29 yo to 69 yo.... who knew?

upon this most royal lily pad, one paisley fellow reclines in song, watching tangerine ripplets, those practiced secrets among silent swimmers, as they press such pearly lips, to dreams on the moon; regal and pure his melody, fit for Heaven, rising through his crown of stars.

August turns September, her days as leaves, age beyond linger, knowingly, her heart, a gull on wing, her song, we long remember farewell in wind to leaves set free, like my heart, or waves.

echoes, these echoes, February solitude, my gray frigid heart.