Anna Vera

Why I Haven’t Posted and the Elephant Who Draws Better than Me

I want to tell you about the elephant who draws better than me. Now, I admit it, that’s not saying much. I mean, really no competition there. Some people were born to draw, some people weren’t.

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Koko

Yesterday at 8 am we left to drive to the city in search of kittens. We had specifically decided that we wanted to adopt a brother-and-sister pair. The first shelter we arrived at had no brother and sister pair (we thought). There were some beautiful black and white kittens, but they were all sisters. Each litter was in its own austere, steel cage.

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My Monthly Post

If you are following this blog, I have to say, I'm truly sorry I don't post more often. But, considering that I am posting more often now, than I was before, I suppose I actually am posting "more often." In fact, I posted 4 times from March till June, which is an increase over my past record, of three posts from November till March.

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My Photoblog is Up

My photoblog is now up and running. There are still a lot of photos to add, but at least the blog is there, and that's a start! If you would like to see it, you can find it at http://annavera.com/photos/

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Someone Else’s Crime in a Song

I wrote this poem in May 2008, and recently a man in Berlin made it into a song, which you can find at Liquid Sounds.

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Alarm Clock on Wings

Almost every morning the robin redbreast tries to break into my bedroom window. He flies at the window, backs up, and charges it again. I'm not sure what he is trying to do - maybe trying to get me out of bed. If I sit up and yell at him he goes away.

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One Day

One day I will sit down in front of my laptop, and I will log in to this blog. I will choose a new theme for the blog, even if it means slogging through theme after theme, in an hours-long search which will eventually result in the perfect match. I will then probably spend several [...]

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The Forest

When I was very young, maybe eight, I remember my mother said that she would love to have a home on a piece of land with a river running through the back yard. At the time I thought to myself, in more eight-year-old terminology, "fat chance."

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