"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Thursday, February 06, 2003

Another tamigotchi?

I don't know if I'll get the hang of blogging...
it seems rather like those tamigotchi toys — always eletronically crying, wanting to be fed (electrons!), needing a bath, feeling sick — almost a digital toddler, but of the extremely pesky type!

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