tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73446542024-03-07T12:51:33.315-05:00Bobby G's BlogThis is my device to share my life with my mates out there in the world. I'll do my best to keep it up to date, continue my war against W. and other enemies of Freedom and Democracy, as well as to be the social irritant that I believe all committed Jews must be.Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.comBlogger349125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-52300605497548298142019-03-07T09:49:00.003-05:002019-03-07T09:49:58.918-05:00So Much for That... I won't be meeting my future kitten today. The breeder has...issues. To Wit, "I just dont (sic) feel comfortable selling a kitten to someone who cant give me a decent reference and has no other way of verifying who they are." Now, apparently, this woman has 2 criteria, one of which must be met for a reference to be "decent:" a)it be from a veterinarian or b)it be on Facebook. Well, those of you who know my opinion on Facebook will know that if that is a "decent" reference, that I am happy being positively indecent.<br />
My response was "I have lived and worked in the country for 6 years, with multiple co-workers and employers as references. In addition, and more importantly, I have a member of the Clerk of the Courts from Edinburgh Chambers who was my reference for my citizenship. I will take her reference over ANY vet. It's your time and baby, and off course your choice. I just hope that you open your mind before you keep any more animals from a good home. "<br />
She DID recommend a kitten from an ad online. The recommendation also tells something about her. You see, I was trying to reserve her pedigree kitten. She recommended a moggy. Back-handed way of saying that I am not good enough for a pureblood? I have nothing against Moggies. ALL of my preveious cats have been moggies. I was just going to see how the purebred Norweigian Forest Cat side of the fence was. I guess not today... Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-45912407793953930652019-03-06T20:23:00.002-05:002019-03-06T20:23:30.360-05:00A New Member of the Family <i> I haven't posted in quite awhile. A breeder, looking for a reference, asked for my Facebook. Now most of you know that I loathe FB. Most folks who use it can't create their own emails or webpages. But I do have my blog...out of date, but it shows who I am.</i><br />
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<br />Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0West Calder, West Lothian EH55, UK55.852154 -3.56616755.843244 -3.585908 55.861064 -3.5464260000000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-68909891693293112162012-09-18T11:08:00.001-04:002012-09-18T11:08:17.614-04:00How strange it is that I'm in Scotland, enjoying the beautiful sun(matched with perfect Autumnal temperatures), and my mates and family back in Myrtle Beach, are inundated with rain (surely to be followed by excessively humid heat). I figured that I MUST rub it in! ;-)<br />
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Alas, I'd love to post some photos here....It seems that Blogger, in trying to "OutFacebook Facebook," has made it impossible for me to upload pics at this moment. It all seems to be connected to their Google + (although the entire thing is a big minus in my opinion). I can't even sign in to Picasa, because their attempt to get me to allow my photos to be displayed in my G+ profile (which I don't mind doing...) has caused a glitch. Sigh. More when I CAN post photos...Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0West Calder, West Lothian EH55, UK55.852154 -3.56616755.843244 -3.585908 55.861064 -3.5464260000000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-59048110138336765292011-09-14T21:58:00.002-04:002011-09-14T22:08:40.184-04:00In the dead, dark hours after midnight, when the world seems to stop in it's place...I sit here, in the center of a funnel.<div>Does the ripping wind foretell a hurricane,</div><div>Thrashing, tearing, leaving destruction in its wake?</div><div><br /></div><div>The last storm's progeny still creep</div><div>About me, surprising in their strength.</div><div><br /></div><div>Might one of them be that which might lift skyward,</div><div>Dropping me into lands of danger and hope.</div><div>Thrashing, scanning, soaring, I survey the storm.</div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-88380483974341260802011-07-03T16:25:00.002-04:002011-07-03T16:32:37.203-04:00Welcome to Katniss!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqHlFwY6RkMCGA5MSG3K0A-nbKOXZwaIT4Zy075dFWSaRwn7aMrmcHJwch5C6ut7uJepu18DGs4K_7fXZwL12ffX8Bw6Zu8ATo6CsO4XaEpq3u-pGJW5KStye0nU1p0VKuHw7/s1600/P7010065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqHlFwY6RkMCGA5MSG3K0A-nbKOXZwaIT4Zy075dFWSaRwn7aMrmcHJwch5C6ut7uJepu18DGs4K_7fXZwL12ffX8Bw6Zu8ATo6CsO4XaEpq3u-pGJW5KStye0nU1p0VKuHw7/s400/P7010065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625226554381523522" /></a><br />I was feeling a little alone here in Purgatory and bemoaning not knowing where I'd be next year (the excuse that I've used to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">forgo</span> pet ownership for the last few years), when I realized that I could commit to finding a domicile which accepts cats. So, less than 20 hours later, I was bringing home <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Katniss</span> from a local shelter. 48 hours later, I have ZERO regrets!Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-20810022752291398372011-05-09T23:05:00.002-04:002011-05-09T23:07:08.608-04:00First Draft Done!I happily emailed the first draft of my thesis to my advisor today. I don't know what to do with myself! <div><br /></div><div>...but, I did treat myself by going to see "Thor," so were I to meet Chris Helmsworth, I'd know what to do with <b><i>him</i></b>!!</div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-59455968904721162222011-03-16T22:54:00.000-04:002011-03-16T22:55:09.364-04:00Equal Time for Dryads<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WLONCHvDm2rCtHrar_4nzCQ7pHCdv-tL7YoCcG_X9-rxAaipPffAs4B0HcjVSiqlSd25Ue4XpVU5ylCRfnjmAtgvwk8Zz9c1iIsU6MWlfo0RBc-vxxlowGm3V7riNG2uQKAl/s1600/Equal+time+for+dryads.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WLONCHvDm2rCtHrar_4nzCQ7pHCdv-tL7YoCcG_X9-rxAaipPffAs4B0HcjVSiqlSd25Ue4XpVU5ylCRfnjmAtgvwk8Zz9c1iIsU6MWlfo0RBc-vxxlowGm3V7riNG2uQKAl/s400/Equal+time+for+dryads.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584876864883522338" /></a>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-24580154668006751632011-01-15T00:34:00.005-05:002011-05-09T23:10:41.965-04:00A Peppy Little Sonnet About the Snow<div>A day full of promise, hope, and new-fallen snow</div><div>I snap into my bindings, and downhill I go</div><div>Cruising down the mountain, music in my ears</div><div>Right there in my element, outrunning my fears</div><div>From a path out of site, comes a skier behind</div><div>Think I'll ride down beside him. Don't think he will mind</div><div>For a day or forever, our paths curved as one</div><div>Cutting, each complimenting as the other one spun</div><div>But the skier, his interest, it dwindled a bit</div><div>From his inattention -a crash, and from it my board split</div><div>So I sit in the snow on this beautiful day</div><div>But my riding partner is skiing away</div><div>My source of locomotion is gone now, kaput</div><div>And which pain is the greater, my heart or my foot?</div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-79071506779482667772011-01-15T00:33:00.003-05:002011-01-15T00:58:01.626-05:00Paging SparkyIf you're out there, and you read this. Please email: phoenixlove137@gmail.comBobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-80927868743078594532011-01-11T00:26:00.003-05:002011-01-11T00:36:42.049-05:00"Writing Again" From Seanan McGuire's Cover of We're About 9<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; ">I just wanted to leave you this</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; ">One last note in your window<br />Before you disappear<br />I wanted to concatenate </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; ">The paper with the pen<br />With the hand that you left here<br />I wanted to show you<br />That I'm still breathing<br />I wanted to show you<br />My fingers still bend<br />I wanted to thank you for giving me something<br />To be all bitter about<br />It's good to be writing again<br /><br />And I didn't want to wallow<br />So I'm writing a peppy<br />Little sonnet about the snow<br />And I think you would like it<br />And I guess that's what I really miss<br /><br />And there's something bothering me<br />What I wanted to say is<br /><br />Oops, I didn't mean to get all heavy<br />I mean, really, I am doing just fine<br />When I look at your picture<br />You are foreign to me<br />You are practically out of my mind<br />And this is the season, I thought, for all summer<br />And this is the reason I emptied my mind<br />On to pieces of paper that don't hold the answers<br />Just clear-headed questions<br />And the memories<br />Of warmer times<br /><br />And I've sworn off of lovers<br />But I've adopted a cat<br />With paws the color of snow<br />And I think you would like her<br />And I guess that's what I really miss<br /><br />And there's something bothering me<br />What I wanted to say is<br /><br />So, here it goes this is my letter<br />To tell you the truth, I can't tell if I'm better<br />I've been thinking about the way most<br />Things are difficult to open and easier to close<br /><br />But closure isn't something hat you get with a person<br />It's a plan interrupted by snow<br />Or a division of property</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; ">I gain that. You gain this.<br /><br />And there's something bothering me<br />What I wanted to say is<br /><br />I wanted to tell you<br />That I'm still<br />Breathing<br />I wanted to show you<br />My fingers<br />Still bend<br />I wanted to thank you<br />For giving me something<br />To be all bitter about<br />It's good to be writing again<br />It's good to be writing again</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; "><br /></span></div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-79200670336949618702011-01-01T04:56:00.002-05:002011-01-01T05:03:46.879-05:00A New DecadeI find myself comtemplating what works for me, and what doesn't. I seem to view my life through the lens of Romantic Comedies...the good ones, anyway. I'm in some version of "Sweet Home Alabama," where I've left my roots and Southern friends, and now, I've come back to the South, only to be bitchy and disrespectful to the folks here. Of course, that ignores the fact that, here, I'm surrounded by bigots and selfish voters who care more for their own pocket change than for the lives of their fellows.<div> The future that I long for is direct from "The Family Stone," a holiday surrounded by children and grandchildren, with all that entails. That dream ignores the expense of Massachusetts living and the greater expense of having children.</div><div> The middle of the story is missing, but one thing is certain to me. It's not here. I'll be leaving South Carolina this summer. The path is set. Time to get ready for it!</div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-61872948847481724912010-12-15T23:53:00.002-05:002010-12-16T00:00:30.472-05:00In my 40th year, I've realized what I want, what I need, and what I can't accept. Now, I begin learning what I must do to find what I can accept.Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-58484227753027433102010-12-12T00:10:00.002-05:002010-12-12T00:13:54.325-05:00TriageI've found that a state of living in the new world is a feeling that something is bleeding from me...Sometimes it's energy...Sometimes time. I've been scrambling, trying to make it to the metaphorical ER, where I can have the wounds closed, but that's a long trip. I'm out in the field here, and I believe that I've just realized that I need some triage, to keep me going until I can reach the field hospital.<div> Anyone else feel similar?</div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-227138208787537382010-12-12T00:09:00.001-05:002010-12-12T00:10:52.252-05:00MovedYesterday, a friend from grad school emailed me. It seems that she'd been moved by my writing on this site. I have to say that I was moved by her positive response. I intend to make a concerted effort to post more often.<div> </div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-40995858424944444162010-10-31T00:10:00.001-04:002010-10-31T00:12:19.334-04:00One Day I'll Fly Away...<span class="Apple-style-span" >I follow the night<br />Can't stand the light<br />When will I begin<br />To live again?<br /><br />One day I'll fly away<br />Leave all this to yesterday<br />What more could your Love do for me?<br />When will Love be through with me?<br /><br />Why live life from dream to dream?<br />And dread the day when dreaming ends<br /><br />One day I'll fly away<br />Leave all this to yesterday<br />Why live life from dream to dream?<br />And dread the day when dreaming ends...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; ">Will Jennings</span></div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-28098834354968957772010-10-26T00:02:00.005-04:002010-10-26T00:19:23.875-04:00When In RomeWhen in Rome, <div>I'll do as the Romans do.<div>But then, in any city,</div><div>I'll think of you.</div><div>Your dirt.</div><div>Your smell.</div><div>The bitter cold.</div><div>Radiating heat.</div><div>Art so profound as to make you weep. </div><div>Neither cheap nor easy,</div><div>Yet one of the best things in life.</div><div>The dream of millions,</div><div>You draw them all,</div><div>Chew some up, and spit them out.</div><div>Others of us</div><div>You never let go.</div><div><br /></div></div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-48633091842832612562010-10-14T21:53:00.005-04:002010-10-14T22:56:12.734-04:00When Time It Stands Still...When the things that need to be done outnumber the minutes in a day,<div>When the folks who've helped you in the past fade away, </div><div>When the sense of the possible isn't there, </div><div>When it's become a chore even to care,</div><div><br /></div><div>When time, it stands still about you,</div><div>And loneliness makes your heart ache.</div><div>When dreams cause you nothing but pain,</div><div>And the lack just makes your heart break.</div><div><br /></div><div>The youth of your face is a lie.</div><div>Yet your wisdom will not tell you why.</div><div>The ease of the past, it is gone, </div><div>And you feel yourself cast as a pawn.</div><div><br /></div><div>When time, it stands still about you,</div><div>You ponder the now and the then.</div><div>Painful future, uncertain now,</div><div>But...Oh, to feel where you have been...</div><div><br /></div><div>Each day facing the brutal banality,</div><div>Stuck there in sentimentality,</div><div>Within you courage to decide,</div><div>Live life or just simply abide?</div><div><br /></div><div><div>When time, it stands still about you,</div><div>Each day of'ring only the same.</div><div>Gather spice and wood for your nest,</div><div>Find salvation again in the flame.</div></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-49160346900667829082010-07-15T10:02:00.000-04:002010-07-15T10:08:29.034-04:00Day 50 of the Spill in My Heart<div><div> This is the largest disaster that I've ever experienced. The financial burden is considerable. I'm shuffling money around,trying to organize the cleanup. It's tough, but I'm making it happen. The tried and true industries of the past are out of commission. Innovation seems to be keeping the area alive, but alive isn't living. The folks battling the leak are a continual source of strength. Amongst the tragedy exist the odd moments of unexpected joy. They are priceless. </div><div> The hole in my heart, like the leak in The Gulf seems to resist all efforts to plug the leak. Sadly, as in BP's leak, the spew went almost unnoticed and unaddressed for too long at the beginning. When the dangers of the problem became apparent, I, like Obama, BP, and Republicans did a lot of anxious whirling. Sadly, nothing seemed to help. My tension rose, like that of the US. As vacationers flocked to new spots not on The Gulf of Mexico, I went to new places. While some were interesting. they hold no candle to where I was before.</div><div> My brain, the "CEO" which got me into this situation, is suspect. The trouble is, that he's saying that he'd "like his life back," and, that's the truth. Unfortunately, there's a #$@%ing hole in my heart and no machinery imaginable to plug it up. Capping that difficulty, the damage from the leak has damaged the fragile environment of my precious world. How can I repair that? </div><div> </div></div><div><br /></div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-67273006247655426152010-07-03T00:34:00.003-04:002010-07-03T00:48:38.752-04:00Buy These Now!Many of you have heard me rave about Heather Alexander's albums. Lately, you've heard me talk about Alexander James Adams, Tricky Pixie, and S.J. (Sooj) Tucker. THEY ALL ROCK! (in common parlance)<div> I was on Youtube, listening to these artists, as well as Seanan McGuire. They currently take up much of my Ipod time. I went to Seanan's website ( www.seananmcguire.com ) and was lookinge over the songs of her 4 albums...longing to be able to order the fourth...The first three were offered from a run of 1,000.</div><div>...</div><div>Folks, I've gotten untold hours of enjoyment out of these CDs. I LOVE them...adore them...and I paid not a single dime for them. </div><div> Tricky Pixie was playing for the release party of Seanan's second book. I went to see TP...I bought Seanan's books as a "thank you" for her providing TP for me. What I'd really hoped for that night was the chance to buy one of her CDs, because I'd heard her name in the Filk community. The raffle ticket that I got for buying the book WON ME ALL THREE OF HER CDS! (Maybe I shouldn't use all caps there...I hadn't heard them yet. I'd only have purchased one, probably....But I F**%&&% LVE THEM!)</div><div> I had no idea what I'd found...until the last music of the evening..."Wicked Girls Saving Ourselve," when Seanan got up and sang...</div><div> At some point, my tongue hit the ground, and I forgot that I'm a gay man. I fell head over heels for her. Later, when I actually read her books, I began planning to barter for eggs, so that I can pass that brilliance on to my offspring. But you don't need to go that far. Just know that "Wicked Girls" has a print run of 1000 copies. Be worried that I have many friends. </div><div><br /></div><div>Order yours NOW!</div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-6373540099945115932010-06-21T23:46:00.000-04:002010-06-21T23:46:14.983-04:00This Man is Incredible...May the right eyes see this.<a href="http://ryuuaja.livejournal.com/782.html">A Call in the Darkness....</a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; font-size:85%;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">When things get too dark to see, it helps to listen. Well, this is me, listening. I listened to Fae Hollow and to the winds of change. A big change is needed. Kore and I can not do this alone. So I am calling out in the darkness and listening for an answer..........</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Let me put it succinctly.........</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Since the rescue of Fae Hollow with all of your loving, gracious help, Kore and I have fought, and fought but to no avail. No amount of penny pinching, going without, or borrowing from friends will get us out of what essentially is a sub prime loan that is above our financial ability to conquer in this current economy.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">We thought we could negotiate for more time. We were wrong. On July 9</span><sup style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.7em; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1; position: relative; bottom: 1.4ex; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">, 2010, Fae Hollow goes up for auction by the foreclosing loan agent. We need $30,000 by July 1</span><sup style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.7em; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1; position: relative; bottom: 1.4ex; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">st</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> to stop this from happening. This is beyond our means to borrow. What we need is not a rescue but an investment partner. We need to secure the money necessary to stop the auction and someone of good credit who can co-sign or out right buy Fae Hollow in order to put mortgage payments into an affordable perspective.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">What we offer in return is part ownership of 30+ acres of magical land. Fae Hollow has an incredible power of magic and healing and we want to protect that. It has always been a wish of ours to share this power with others in the form of workshops and week-end long events but we have never even gotten the mortgage under control, let alone set up the provisions necessary for this to happen.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I had hoped if we worked hard enough we could do this by ourselves. My emergence from the land of Fae has since then taught me some hard realities to the contrary.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">We do not want to lose this place of music and magic. We are open to serious business propositions or ideas that could make this happen.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">We have a potential plan that could start working as early as late July or August involving the workshops if we could just stop the foreclosure sale.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I’m sorry this comes at such late notice. As I said, we were trying to do this alone, and having imposed on the Heatherlands once, and personal friends more than that, we felt that we needed to do this ourselves. Against our best efforts, it has not worked out that way.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">So, as we approach the longest day of the year, I bow my head and pray that the light of the Solstice will illuminate a way to allow Kore and I and now some others to steward this magical land for the enjoyment and healing of all.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Thus I call into the Darkness and listen...................</span></p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Please do not respond to this message. Contact us directly at </span><a href="mailto:celticougarnw@aol.com" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: underline; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">celticougarnw@aol.com</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> or call the Sea Fire phone line at 503.866.2988.<br /><br />With love & blessings to you all,<br /><br />aja</span></span></div>Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344654.post-65776732648976452892010-05-07T16:45:00.000-04:002010-05-07T16:46:19.048-04:00The Blog's Back!I'm returning to you, my pretties!Bobby Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596939334751491731noreply@blogger.com0