INTERMISSION...TAKE TWENTY!

BETWEEN THE GREEN

This past weekend our Central Florida hotel rooms were surrounded by luscious splashings of green:

Green has brushed its way to be a favorite of mine. Well, maybe an exception is clothing-- e.g., shoes, jackets (except in the golfing winners' circle!), trousers (except on clowns!)...hope I've offended only those who wear a lot of green other than during the octave of St Patrick's Feast.

As you might guess, with absolutely nothing to write—I'm empty. Taking some time off from blogging, but will leave this blog open. Please know, I'm not seeking bunches of “Return soon!” comments. From time to time I'll spend one hour most days reading and commenting your stuff—not writing mine. OK?

Happy Peep is me, going to tend to long-neglected living. And I wish you all feel as good as I. A sense of connection,  attachment and love for each Peep who has ever wandered into the “Fourth Dimension”...has been a gift to me.

INTERMISSION RIFF

At one time I entertained (played violin and told stories) with a group—well, a group of two! He and I sang a ditty when we took beer-and-smoke breaks. It went like this (oh, I wish I could sing on this machine):

“Gotta go...gotta go...

'Tis th'end of this p'ticular show.

Be back in a while

with a song and a smile

but right now (click-click!) it's

really time to go-o-o-o-o-o...”

PEACE!