Poetry Thursday

A song for poetry Thursday- here is the link if you want to hear it.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8FBFLMOrnw

Laters.

The River and The Highway

sung by Pam Tillis

She follows the path of least resistance

She doesn't care to see the mountain top

She twists and turns with no regard to distance

She never comes to a stop

And she rolls, she's a river

Where she goes, time will tell

Heaven knows, he can't go with her

And she rolls, all by herself

All by herself

He's headed for a single destination

He doesn't care what's standing in his path

He's a line between two points of separation

He ends just where it says to on the map

And he rolls, he's a highway

Where he goes, time will tell

Heaven knows, she can't go with him

And he rolls, all by himself

All by himself

And every now and then, he offers her a shoulder

And every now and then, she overflows

And every now and then, a bridge crosses over

It's a moment that every lover knows

And she rolls (and he rolls)

She's a river (he's a highway)

Where she goes (where he goes)

Time will tell (Time will tell)

Heaven knows she can't go with him (he can't go with her)

And she rolls all by herself

And he rolls all by himself

Fare thee well

February 24, 2010

I feel as though I haven’t blogged in forever. The reasons why? They are myriad and numerous, but in a nutshell this; I have a terrible cold and don’t have my usual joie de verve and I am working on a piece for work about the stone walls of New England and it is sucking all my creative energy. I am sure that it will be a real fun read; who doesn’t love an inch by inch description of glacial movement?


Despite the chest cold, I have personally experienced a pretty good week. Often times, I feel that I stumble around in a fog, hoping that I am living right, being a good wife and mother, and making positive contributions to the world around me, but seriously lacking any tangible proof. Then, sometimes I experience the rare moments of clarity that my life does have a purpose and that things are right on track. I’ve experienced a few of those crystal- clear minutes this week and the results are amazing. Renewed faith, restored conviction, and a gentle kick in the rump to keep moving on; I couldn’t make it without these times of reassurance. Enjoy my euphoria, I could be grumpy tomorrow. Laters.

Pilgrim Song

Psalm 124


A Pilgrim Song of David

1-5 If God hadn't been for us —all together now, Israel, sing out!—

If God hadn't been for us

when everyone went against us,

We would have been swallowed alive

by their violent anger,

Swept away by the flood of rage,

drowned in the torrent;

We would have lost our lives

in the wild, raging water.

6 Oh, blessed be God!

He didn't go off and leave us.

He didn't abandon us defenseless,

helpless as a rabbit in a pack of snarling dogs.


7 We've flown free from their fangs,

free of their traps, free as a bird.

Their grip is broken;

we're free as a bird in flight.

8 God's strong name is our help,

the same God who made heaven and earth.

Snow War

Yesterday was a snow day.............again.  I am tired of snow. Sher and I took walked to the park between the flurries to play in the snow. We also took Holly. (our dog) Big Mistake! Holly refuses to walk on her leash and our walk was really a drag Holly, while she yelped pathetically. I kept looking around for dog snitches, hoping that I wasn't being reported to PETA for animal cruelty. Holly yelped and shivered so, that I finally had to put her inside my coat. It is hard to play in the snow with a dog tucked inside your coat. Sher and I tried to make a huge snowman, but I couldn't lift the huge snowballs and stack them with the coat/dog combo, so we just settled for a snow fort and lobbing snowballs at each other. Don't worry- we are both terrible at throwing and no one was actually hit. Laters.

Dear, dear Pig. Happy Valentine's Day!

This picture came to me in a packet for a work project. We were discussing how expensive portraits were in the 19th century. My thought was: some guys sure do love their pigs. Laters.

I Am Not Screaming 4 That

Snow Cream-another reminder that some things are best left in childhood. I made some today after our record (I think, it was record?) snowfall. While Sher heartily dug into hers, I only took a few half-hearted bites after seeing a few tiny black flecks that might have been dirt; or perhaps paint chips off our barbeque grill. I also thought of the happy squirrel that I often see on the deck and wondered where he most often used the bathroom facilities…….regardless, I couldn’t enjoy it and left it for the kids to finish. I am gladly giving snow cream over to the category of “things I gave up to grow old gracefully.”

In this category, I have also put: thin thighs, anything spandex, heart-throb posters, and bubblegum lip-gloss. And I’m ok with that. Laters.

Scissors and A Quest

Sometimes, because my mom reads my blog, I feel like my posts should have have a moral lesson attached, but just so you know, there isn’t one attached to this- just an observation- I must tell boring stories.


On Saturday night my baby girl had a female melt-down. She was tired, over stimulated and more than ready for her bed. I tucked her in and kissed her, tiptoeing out of the room. A few minutes later, I heard her quietly sobbing. I went in to lie down with her, rubbing her head and telling her that everything would be ok, but she couldn’t stop crying. So I said, “shush now, and momma will tell you a story.”

I really didn’t have a story, but I thought quickly and began like this….

“Once there was a princess……………, “ then I couldn’t really think of anything.

Then, I got it- “who never thought of anyone but herself”…… see how the moral lesson always hovers, trying to fit in?

I then went on and on about the princess meeting a magic fairy who put her to the test regarding her selfish traits and general nastiness.

Imagine this all told in a halting whisper as I tried to think of the next test the princess had to face. After a few minutes, Sher said, “Is this really a fairy tale or are you making it up?” “Making it up” I said, “just listen.”

I told her that the princess was forced to leave the castle on her quest taking only three things in a small purse.(which I consider to be a task of utmost difficulty-if you wonder; my tiny purse always contains lip gloss, iPhone, and a tissue-I have persistent allergies)

I told her the princess brought these things in her tiny purse; scissors, an apple and here is my problem, I named the third thing, and just as quickly, I forgot what it was. I have no idea why I named scissors at all. Who puts scissors in their purse anyway when faced with three item dilemma?

As I made up some hooey about the scissors and apple, I racked my brain for the elusive third item, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was. Finally, I gave up and whispered to Sher, “What did I say the third thing was?” She had no answer as she was fast asleep. Laters.

Deep Thoughts 2.0

I am walking down the stairs, not normal stairs, but Connecticut house stairs, designed specifically for falls and knee banging. Because I don’t want to make two trips, I am carrying the following: an empty bottle, my morning coffee cup, my purse, a wet pull-up, the dog, shoes to put on at work, and two Financial Peace books. The whole time I am thinking, “Don’t fall, don’t fall!” I didn’t, but I was reminded of how precarious my grip on life is sometimes. I am left with the thought that sometimes, for my own safety; I need to lay something down or make two trips. I can’t carry everything all at once. Laters.