Many thanks coz1. I admit to being surprised at seeing my name but since I’m in a poetic frame of mind I’ll write a little about myself.
How old am I?
Well I remember wiggling my toes in primordial muck when dinosaurs flew and horses were the size of dogs.
Where do I live?
I live in that rain shadow called Seattle where liquid sunshine is a way of life. Where there are one hundred ways to describe the color green. Where water is so plentiful we let it flow into the sea, which means we have to ration it during the summer.
How did I end up here on this forum?
It was just one of my many devious plans on escaping from ‘she who will not be denied’. As long as the tipi-tap of the keyboard keys sprinkle through the house she lets me be. This refuge of a forum has provided me sanctuary from the many chores that wait in the real world. How else can I say with pride that the leaves of fall sill choke the gutters. That the upstairs door still squeaks a plea for oil and receives a promise of tomorrow. How else when my better half asks me to do something can I stare at the computer screen, hunched over, while muttering that classic phrase "yes dear whatever you say dear" and get away with it. I have spent my years refining the high art of procrastination and can say with certainly that this forum is worth its weight in gold.
So gentlemen if you are planing to enter that blissful institution of matrimony I recommend you plan your various escapes now. There will be little time for flights of fancy or gossamer travels on the back of your imagination. Ah I hear her now. She downstairs calling to me about a light bulb that needs changing. Excuse me for a moment I must type up a storm of pledges full of a rain of assurances to calm the sea of promises that flow out of my hands and into her ears.
Tipi-tap, Tipi-tap, Tipi-tap, Tipi-tap, Tipi-tap, Tipi-tap, Tipi-tap.