Monthly Archives: February 2016

leap.

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vintage japanese mikuni wind-up tin rabbit, mid-leap.


happy leap day. according to 30 Rock,

which is an authority on these matters:

anything that happens today, didn’t.

credits: pinterest, nbctv

 

 

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whatever good things we build end up building us. – jim rohn

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kinders’ fairy castle

they all worked on it

‘for days’ = (2 hours)

used

cardboard

tape

paper

sparkles

markers

coffee cup trays

egg crates

ribbons

imaginations

creativity

problem solving skills

engineering

balance

music

tippy stools

teamwork

laughter

flags

noise

to

create a masterpiece.

now they go inside 

with

 flashlight 

and

books

and 

magically

can read.

a great building must begin with the unmeasurable,

must go through measurable means when it is being designed

and in the end must be unmeasurable.

– louis kahn

“like father, like daughter. i’m not surprised.” – carol maturo

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watched an episode 

of this iconic show 

in honor of my late father’s birthday.

he told me a secret

about this agency

when i was young.

one day

he showed me his special

man from u.n.c.l.e. card.

told me not to tell anyone.

i was always fascinated by the world of spies.

made perfect  sense to me

i thought advertising was his cover

why he traveled so much. 

told everyone i knew immediately

 told them not to tell anyone.

 they told everyone they knew immediately

with the same request.

when i got married

i asked him about it.

he told me

that he thought 

i had figured it out long ago. 

we laughed for a long time.

he had

the most incredible imagination

and

he always made me laugh.

 i still laugh

even when i think about him now.

snow.

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snow day

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, 
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness, 
and beyond these windows
the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.
In a while, I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,
and I will shake a laden branch
sending a cold shower down on us both.
But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,
a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.
I will make a pot of tea
and listen to the plastic radio on the counter,
as glad as anyone to hear the news
that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,
the Ding-Dong School, closed.
the All Aboard Children’s School, closed,
the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,
along with—some will be delighted to hear—
the Toadstool School, the Little School,
Little Sparrows Nursery School,
Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School
the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed,
and—clap your hands—the Peanuts Play School.
So this is where the children hide all day,
These are the nests where they letter and draw,
where they put on their bright miniature jackets,
all darting and climbing and sliding,
all but the few girls whispering by the fence.
And now I am listening hard
in the grandiose silence of the snow,
trying to hear what those three girls are plotting,
what riot is afoot,
which small queen is about to be brought down.

credit: Billy Collins, “Snow Day” from Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems (New York: Random House, 2001). Copyright © 2001 by Billy Collins.

merci beaucoup.

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i would like to 

offer my sincere appreciation

to my 1 and only reader

hailing from 

the lovely 

french caribbean island

of 

guadeloupe. 

i wonder which of the people in this picture it is?

each day

one of them wanders 

out of the crystal waters

onto the baby powder soft warm welcoming sand

under an azure sky

dotted with fairy floss clouds

back to his/her lovely beach hut

and takes a minute to read my blog.

here’s to you

loyal reader. 

appreciation is a wonderful thing.

it makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.

– voltaire