I have extracted this text from the blog of a young woman, one who is in no undue danger from using the web. Like many of her generation, she has parents whose concern include proper restrictions, so “keeping up” with her friends has been a balancing act, like it always is during adolescence. Nobody is perfect, but Amy comes pretty doll-garned close to it, lemme tellya.
She is, perhaps, guilty of underaged brilliance. Where it stands now, if you do not know her, that really is too bad for you, as far as this old geezer is concerned. She really IS worth ANYONE’s attention. But there are too many “bad” folks out there, so I would rather isolate her. This is how a parent might feel, so I try to understand things I cannot really.
When we got to Charleston and got settled into the hotel room, it was kind of late. We walked to an Italian restaurant for supper…it was past 8pm when we finally ate. Friday was jam-packed with activity. First we took a boat ride to Fort Sumter, which is about 4 miles out to sea from ‘Charleston. It was my idea to do that. It was interesting, but not as interesting as I thought it would be. Fort Sumter was where the Civil War began…Confederate troops fired from a fort on an island across from Fort Sumter at Fort Sumter, which was occupied by 85 Union troops. One interesting fact about Fort Sumter: It’s settled on a submerged sandbar. An island had to be built on the sandbar before the fort could be built. Next we took a horse-drawn carriage tour of the downtown area, which is historic Charleston. That was really interesting!!! The tour-guide/driver pointed out places of interest. Right next to each other, you would have a house/building that was built in the 1700s, next to one built in the 1800s, next to one built in the 1900s. I loved the carriage ride! We ate lunch, then drove to see the U.S.S. Yorktown, an aircraft carrier used during WWII. (Mom and I weren’t particularly interested in this…we did it for Dad.) We walked all through that ship; then we walked through a submarine. Next we boarded a U.S. Coast Guard boat. I was exhausted by this point, and my feet were killing me, so Mom and I stayed outside on the deck of the boat while Dad made a quick tour of the inside. By the time we got back inside Charleston and ate supper, it was time to head back to the hotel and get ready to leave.
And that’s pretty much it.
I love this young woman. I have been “stalking” her for years. Here is a random question, the type which I once repeatedly posed to my “front man” in the band. He would often wish to “knock my head off” and before he could do that I would remind him, what Amy knows like I do, only she is not as sure of herself as I am. When it happened, Larry would go put another hole in the wall. Later, he studied martial arts, perhaps so he could defend himself against walls, but not in order to learn how to fight my words off. We no longer talk, but he has registered weapons for hands, or is it the other way around. He also has dangerous feet. Mine are pretty safe. Not pretty, just safe. I have safe feet. Miranda Dillis wanted pretty feet. Who am I talking about, and giggling? Do you know? God does.
If I am doing what God wants and you go *against* me, where does that leave you? I would say something like “in hot water” but I really do try *not* to judge too harshly. Only for myself would I actually try to be *too* harsh, but not with others, who might know what I know.
Amy went to Fort Sumpter. That place was special. So is April 12 a special date, for me, and others. But it really is just another time and place we are getting all hung up on here. So, forget it.
Oak rap, did I say SumPter? That is not right, to write that way. It is Sumpter in other places, or palaces, but not at the fort place. That one has no P in it. Maybe it got away into the ocean. It is Sum Ter, as Sumter. There is no P. Not a single one, at fort sumter. Maybe the P got washed out to C?
per usual, after dinner treats on page two of this post of branchiness…
anagram goodies and treaty eats, agate
Random Example Displayed
(really turns into all these here)
slammed parody explained
“pyramidal” means “exploded”
apply indexed melodramas
sleepy middleman paradox
expanded loyalism damper
sloppy indexed marmalade
played Andromeda simplex
gibberish, or nonsense, eh?
:on any beach trip i bring back at least 1 agate
swish, or something, but without water
Plus this hear the smell gift for “I and S” in their bledded wiss!
Personally, I’ll rate always this example (PI-rate) as one really big xXx job, or bigger…
perhaps that bad taste left in the mouth of your mind would be soothed by this relief from the commercially available past somewhere (caps):
i likes it, yes i does!
–t oops g