Friday 26 November 2010

Are You Ready?


Friday Morning
After Thanksgiving

Demel
Kohlmarkt




13 comments:

  1. No, not for the shopping part.

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  2. I thought you might like my post today:

    http://skywalkerbeth.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html

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  3. No Never ready!
    never never never
    ! ! !

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  4. I'm ready as long as the plane is ready to take me to Vienna to do my shopping.
    Catherine

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  5. ;) I have my Christmas greetings mailed today, all 82. My tree is adorned for the holidays as of last week and will stand until after the New Years and as for shopping...I have no clue what I am getting any one...but I shall be ready by Christmas eve ;)

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  6. ;) I have my Christmas greetings mailed today, all 82. My tree is adorned for the holidays as of last week and will stand until after the New Years and as for shopping...I have no clue what I am getting any one...but I shall be ready by Christmas eve ;)

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  7. yes, I'm ready, bring it on!

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  8. Oh my goodness! Is that Mrs. Claus? I had no idea...

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  9. Yes, we were prepared to enjoy today and enjoy we did! In our jammies all day! This was our first year not working retail on Black Friday in three years...What a lovely day it has been!

    Wishing you a wonderful weekend,

    Betty

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  10. I'm never ready and I definitely stay away from the malls on the day after. Just too crazy for me. Too much greed and pushing and shoving. It seems the real meaning of Christmas is totally gone.

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  11. Thank you, I have enjoyed catching up with your recent posts!

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  12. Nooooo.....!!!

    I cannot find your Ted Hughes poem from a week or so ago. Can you help? Thank you!

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  13. @ ds:
    I leave these lines up for you,
    temporarily:
    The title and author of this poem can be found at the bottom of my November 20, post:

    We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:
    No clock counts this.
    When kisses are repeated and the arms hold
    There is no telling where time is.

    It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:
    Behind the eye a star,
    Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell
    Time is nowhere.

    We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.
    No clock now needs
    Tell we have only what we remember:
    Minutes uproaring with our heads

    Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's
    When the senseless mob rules;
    And quietly the trees casting their crowns
    Into the pools.

    xxx

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