Friday, June 21, was the start of summer. I should be planning vacations and sitting by the pool but instead I am working.
I really like my work but think the lack of balance is making my life very shallow.
I started to read a book yesterday- the first one in a long time (thanks Dani). It's a re-read, "The Temple of My Familiar". One of my favorites by Alice Walker.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
MOSAIC
I have glued my fingers together a couple of times. This weekend alone I have made three trips to Michael's - buying even more supplies.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Penguin Ice Bucket
Growing up my family owned the West Bend Penguin Hot and Cold Server Ice Bucket. I found one yesterday (beside the dumpster) and I nabbed it.
I called my mom- she doesn't know what happened to the family Penguin but I have my suspicions.
Now I have one!
I called my mom- she doesn't know what happened to the family Penguin but I have my suspicions.
Now I have one!
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Time Flies?
Waking up to June 1, my first thought was, "Time Flies".
Reminded me of this poem by Henry Austin Dobson.
Reminded me of this poem by Henry Austin Dobson.
The Paradox Of Time
Time goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go;
Or else, were this not so,
What need to chain the hours,
For Youth were always ours?
Time goes, you say?-ah no!
Ours is the eyes' deceit
Of men whose flying feet
Lead through some landscape low;
We pass, and think we see
The earth's fixed surface flee:-
Alas, Time stays,-we go!
Once in the days of old,
Your locks were curling gold,
And mine had shamed the crow.
Now, in the self-same stage,
We've reached the silver age;
Time goes, you say?-ah no!
Once, when my voice was strong,
I filled the woods with song
To praise your 'rose' and 'snow';
My bird, that sang, is dead;
Where are your roses fled?
Alas, Time stays,-we go!
See, in what traversed ways,
What backward Fate delays
The hopes we used to know;
Where are our old desires?-
Ah, where those vanished fires?
Time goes, you say?-ah no!
How far, how far, O Sweet,
The past behind our feet
Lies in the even-glow!
Now, on the forward way,
Let us fold hands, and pray;
Alas, Time stays,-we go!
Alas, Time stays, we go;
Or else, were this not so,
What need to chain the hours,
For Youth were always ours?
Time goes, you say?-ah no!
Ours is the eyes' deceit
Of men whose flying feet
Lead through some landscape low;
We pass, and think we see
The earth's fixed surface flee:-
Alas, Time stays,-we go!
Once in the days of old,
Your locks were curling gold,
And mine had shamed the crow.
Now, in the self-same stage,
We've reached the silver age;
Time goes, you say?-ah no!
Once, when my voice was strong,
I filled the woods with song
To praise your 'rose' and 'snow';
My bird, that sang, is dead;
Where are your roses fled?
Alas, Time stays,-we go!
See, in what traversed ways,
What backward Fate delays
The hopes we used to know;
Where are our old desires?-
Ah, where those vanished fires?
Time goes, you say?-ah no!
How far, how far, O Sweet,
The past behind our feet
Lies in the even-glow!
Now, on the forward way,
Let us fold hands, and pray;
Alas, Time stays,-we go!
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