Thursday, August 03, 2006

Does Anybody Ever Really Know What Time It is?



Taking a "cat-nap" in York (circa 1980 or thereabouts!)

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hello PJ!!! I can see it is really late. (LOL)

Hope all is well with you and that summer is enjoyable for you.

I tend to not wear a watch most of the time....I don't really like how fast time goes......

Later
Peg

Jean-Luc Picard said...

It looiks like twelve minutes past three, PJ!

sjobs said...

In the summer, I usually have no clue as to the time.

I loved the picture.

Mary

Alicia M B Ballard StudioGaleria said...

Time?
Where?
When?

It is any time you want it to be!

hug
-.a.-

dragonflyfilly said...

check it out ---- but i cannot get anyone else linked in without sending my sidebar all the way down to the bottom....will keep trying, but now I HAVE TO GO AND SHOWER AND HEAD OUT TO LANGLEY, ugh, in the heat of this beautiful day!!

love and light
pj

dragonflyfilly said...

hey peg thanks for stopping by, yep summer has been fairly enjoyable so far....the title is from a song: i was learning to sing a long time ago, i think it might be one of Elton John's, but i'm really not sure, i will check at some other blogs, where some youngs guys are music officionardos (??)

hey the Capitan,, you are being very literal this am. eh?

hellow sjobs thanks for stopping by, glad you like the picture; i also like it as it brings back fond memories of our trip to the York Steam Museum

yes my dear angeldust as usual you got it (the point that is, ha hah hah hah )

hello ramsayfraser nice to see ya, i certainly would like to chat, thanks for stopping by.

love and light to all,
pj

alan said...

If I knew what time it was, I'd probably figure out I should be taking your example from the pic!

alan

dragonflyfilly said...

hey alan, one should always take time out for a Cat Nap, actually we were originally catnappers, in the days of hunting and gathering, because we could not always be guaranteed a good night's rest, y'know!

kimber said...

Time for BED! (This picture brought back fond memories of being trapped in a stone doorway in York during the most spectacular hail storm, and watching the stilt-walkers in the square, who had just been performing, running for shelter! Very funny!)