tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post3655243110218411564..comments2023-04-26T09:02:11.428-07:00Comments on Carlamuses: on wormholes and midlife crisis'Carla Zilbersmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18170926133449647900noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-30322678435105251102007-06-01T20:56:00.000-07:002007-06-01T20:56:00.000-07:00Your take on wormholes is interesting and imaginat...Your take on wormholes is interesting and imaginative. I too have been feeling the gravitational pull of one myself lately, and since the only thing I can’t resist is temptation (sorry, Oscar W), I will gratefully yield to it. Middle age is not so bad; in fact, it’s the best. Love happens.<BR/><BR/>The stories on your blog are very moving, and wonderfully optimistic and positive. I wish you all the best. I close with a typically guy question: what kind of sports car did you get?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-90042856766456517882007-05-30T00:13:00.000-07:002007-05-30T00:13:00.000-07:00I am blushing to see you have referred to me in yo...I am blushing to see you have referred to me in your blog! That deserves a poem, this one is about 2 years old and done in a moment of fun.<BR/><BR/>Train of Thought………..<BR/><BR/><BR/>When they say "put the petal<BR/> To the meddle",<BR/>They don't mean a flower petal,<BR/> Let's settle that appeal.<BR/><BR/>They mean pedal, <BR/> A metal pedal.<BR/>And the word isn't meddle,<BR/> It's metal, like steel.<BR/><BR/>Now a boy might pedal<BR/> His petals on a metal<BR/>Bicycle while he meddles<BR/> In life's kettle, and earns a meal.<BR/><BR/>Or he could steal a meal<BR/> If he was of baser metal,<BR/>And was fast a-pedal,<BR/> He could scuttle off, concealed.<BR/><BR/>If he drove, surely his pedal,<BR/> Would be pressed to metal<BR/>When pursued, to save his fettle,<BR/> A muddled way to use his zeal.<BR/><BR/>But, I'm getting confused, all is faddle,<BR/> What the boy needs is a paddle,<BR/>Not for canoeing, the kind you rattle,<BR/> When speaking softely, in an ordeal.<BR/> <BR/>This poem has become quite a fuddle,<BR/> Flower petals dropped in the puddle,<BR/>And explanations not very subtle,<BR/> A train of thought that won't congeal.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com