thank you so much
kind robot
for calling me
to give me
the good news.
it’s officially a snow day!
—
image credit: googleimages
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
i’m at war
with my
newspaper delivery service
and
the person
who delivers it
that i never see.
even when he is bad
throws it in a puddle on my driveway
on the hell strip near the street
somewhere in my garden
i appreciate him
and his delivery service.
i never complain
and
always tip him
no matter what.
i love the newspaper
love to hold it in my hands
take my time reading it.
cut things out of it
share stories.
it’s now only delivered 3 days a week
but recently
for some reason
it comes sporadically.
for 3 weeks it was missing on thursdays
then i got 2 copies on the next thursday
but it was missing on that friday
then on a sunday
the three delivery days are:
thursday, friday, sunday.
i always call
looking for it
they always credit me
but what i really want
is to just have it delivered
for those 3 days.
they are always kind
they never can figure out
the reason for the inconsistency.
it’s the same paper guy.
my house has never moved.
it’s the same 3 day schedule it’s been for 2 years.
every day
the sun still
comes up in the morning
and
sets in the evening.
is there something i’m missing?
just wondering.
—
i’d just like to be treated like a regular customer.
– elvis presley
sleepover party with the grandies
one bed
all tangled up and diagonal
elbows
knees
arms
splayed
covers on
covers off
cuddlies hugged
socks off
socks on
favorite blankets
one falls out
stays asleep
gets scooped back up
put in the middle
folded into the mix
morning comes
and
we are off!
—
when I’m sleeping i do a lot of living.
– david johansen
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image credit: ‘go, dog, go’ by p.d. eastman (one of my favorite books)
My friend Beth writes one of the most eclectic and entertaining blogs I know. From her sharp-edged quotes to her absolutely awwww-inspiring tales of her kindergarten class, her life becomes free verse, centered.
I asked her to join me as a guest blogger for my themed Vacations and Holidays posts while I’m away this month, and she sent me a wonderful piece on the journey to that most human of emotions—compassion. On the playground, as in life, some take that journey early and effortlessly. Others grow to adulthood, live their whole lives, and even engage in presidential debates without ever making that journey.
I hope you enjoy Beth’s unique perspective on life as much as I do. You can find more at her blog, https://ididnthavemyglasseson.com
compassion.
two kinders
build on the playground.
after spending some time
creating their wood masterpiece
a third kinder arrives
to ask what they’ve built.
it’s a…
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