To meet the wizard.
WHAT?!?!?!!?!?!?!
Posted by goose.he means camping goose... hopefully
Posted by matt.Camping, driving, flying in little planes, doing good deeds. Whatever. Get home. Get back to the blog. Days are much too long without at some point having a clown face or a picture of the night sky and hanging plants make a bright splash. No depressing poetry, however. Please.
Posted by FierceBaby.And apparently they went searching for said wizard sans tent. Perhaps they were hoping for a hotel room in the Emerald City...
Posted by wishing for dry weather.Sans tent? ha-ha. That should make an interesting story for the blog when they return. (Assuming they're not too embarrassed to tell the tale.)
Posted by rakkity.Oh, but what poetry we did read. None of it, however, depressing. More head-scratching, what-did-he-mean-by-that kinda stuff.
Posted by michael.We even made up some "poetry" of our own:
We were over our weight for the plane
You could "see" curses form in Jim's brain
So we put back some things
To give a break to his wings
And yet leaving the map was insane ...
Or this:
Second helpings declined with remorse -
Not one forkful more could we force
Yet after but a short while
Cookie asks with a smile,
"Some dessert?" and you blurt, "But of course!"
WHAT?!?!?!!?!?!?!
Posted by: gooseat September 30, 2005 11:32 PMhe means camping goose... hopefully
Posted by: mattat October 2, 2005 02:37 PMCamping, driving, flying in little planes, doing good deeds. Whatever. Get home. Get back to the blog. Days are much too long without at some point having a clown face or a picture of the night sky and hanging plants make a bright splash. No depressing poetry, however. Please.
Posted by: FierceBabyat October 2, 2005 07:42 PMAnd apparently they went searching for said wizard sans tent. Perhaps they were hoping for a hotel room in the Emerald City...
Posted by: wishing for dry weatherat October 3, 2005 11:59 PMSans tent? ha-ha. That should make an interesting story for the blog when they return. (Assuming they're not too embarrassed to tell the tale.)
Posted by: rakkityat October 4, 2005 09:24 AMOh, but what poetry we did read. None of it, however, depressing. More head-scratching, what-did-he-mean-by-that kinda stuff.
Posted by: michaelat October 5, 2005 06:57 AMWe even made up some "poetry" of our own:
We were over our weight for the plane
You could "see" curses form in Jim's brain
So we put back some things
To give a break to his wings
And yet leaving the map was insane ...
Or this:
Second helpings declined with remorse -
Not one forkful more could we force
Yet after but a short while
Cookie asks with a smile,
"Some dessert?" and you blurt, "But of course!"