how did it get so late so soon?
it’s night before its afternoon.
december is here before its june.
my goodness how the time has flewn.
how did it get so late so soon?
-dr. seuss
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Dec31
Tag Archives: life
Dec30
as one year ends, and on the cusp of another.
‘thank you’ is the best prayer that anyone could say. i say that one a lot.
thank you expresses extreme gratitude, humility, understanding.
-alice walker
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Dec27
no foolin’.
just in time
glasses on
i read
i heed
the warning.
could have been
such
a disaster.
who would
have
ever imagined
that i
should not
toast
the warning paper
that comes
stuffed into
in the
new toaster
warning me
not to toast
the
warning paper?
—
lord, what fools these mortals be!
-william shakespeare , “a midsummer night’s dream”
Dec16
anyone who isn’t confused really doesn’t understand the situation. – edward r. murrow
m: ‘i’m finished with class and just working, so let me know when you’re ready to go.’
me: ‘come now!!!! )))’
m: ‘coming out now.’
(i shut down my computer, pack up, walk upstairs, chit chat with colleagues, look out the door for m – my loyal carpool partner. who works in our high school, while i work in our kindergarten. we coordinate schedules each day. our buildings are one minute away from each other. we share a campus. we share rides to and from school. we share a friendship and a level of understanding each other, developed over hours spent together in a car, as willing captive audience members. i mill around. chit chat some more. visit two classrooms. look out window. more time passes. i check my phone to see if she got waylaid along the way.)
i look down and see this:
m: ‘you drove. right?’
oh.
yes, yes i did.
i head to my car,
(without further milling or chatting or texting),
it’s waiting in my parking lot,
right where i left it this morning,
to pick up m.
we make eye contact.
m gets in the car.
we realize that each of us was waiting to be picked up by the other.
it could have been a very long wait.
one drove.
one did not.
we leave. we wind down from the day. we laugh.
one of us got confused today.
we don’t name names.
Dec15
“christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ” ― norman vincent peale
that moment when baby j feels the magic.
—
christmas isn’t a season. it’s a feeling.
– edna ferber
Dec14
go! no. yes. go! no! go! oh!
Dec13
when christmas sweaters go really baaaaaaad.
residents of omaha, nebraska saw something strange wandering their streets over the weekend: a sheep wearing a jolly christmas sweater. the festively-attired animal was captured by animal control and taken to the humane society. “here’s something we don’t see every day!” they posted on their facebook page along with a photo of the sheep. “if you’re missing a sheep that enjoys wearing christmas sweaters he’s here.”
thankfully, the sheep—whose name is gage—has been reunited with his family. margaret, his owner, told NBC that gage is an indoor sheep and must have followed one of the family members out of the house and escaped from a fence that’s under construction. “i was looking for him, all worried for him,” she said. “it’s like losing my kid. i was all scared and didn’t know what to do.” the family has had gage for five months. “i’m glad he wasn’t eaten,” margaret said. “people eat these things this time of year.”
“getting lost is just another way of saying ‘going exploring.”
― justina chen
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credit: nbc omaha
Dec11
Choose well.
Dec10
one must love a cat on its own terms – paul gray
Got a call that I was being stood up
for
a planned movie date
with my friend
who was called
to attend
a memorial
for a cat she helped to care for
one who acted like a mean tyrant bully
believing she was a lion
dominant and demanding of her people
and her fellow cat
‘marbles’
who is
so sweet and loving
to feed the lion
meant traveling
down the hall
behind
a protective shield
of cardboard
and with
a
backup person
lest there be
a sneak attack
an ambush
and now
the lion
was gone
and
it was to be
a cheesecake, tea, and fruit party
a wake complete with stories and memories and kind words
a gathering of everyone
who had helped care for her over the years
who had ever crossed paths with her
who had owned cats
who had loved and lived with cats
and my friend was left stumped
about what to say
what kind words
could she conjure up?
and she noticed
marbles
the surviving cat
sitting on the window sill
purring and sunning
and licking
the cheesecake
off of her front paws.
—
‘She clawed her way into my heart and
wouldn’t let go of it.’
– missy altijd
Dec8
in skating on thin ice, our safety is in our speed. – ralph waldo emerson
campus martius park, detroit, michigan, usa
—
society is like a large piece of frozen water;
and skating well is the great art of social life.
– Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I didn't have my glasses on.... 