Monday, June 20, 2011

Thunderstorm as Metaphor (of course!)






Good Monday Morning!
Thought I'd try to post something before leaving for Monday Morning Doubleshot Time with Daniel! :) such a great way to start the week. Finished Maisie Dobbs number 4 over the weekend (Messenger of Truth)...got through the first two pages of number 5 last night (realized it was probably wiser to just sleep :) Anyway, they're still excellent, so you should read them! Good detective stories that are teaching me a TON about post-World War I England as well!

Todays photos:
1. Christi, the Boxcar Children, and the Burrito
2-3. Daniel and I doing our best to emulate devil kitty
4. Cycling tan!! :)
5. Lopsided Samurai Cat (pattern from the Felties book) and Izz-bot the Great!

Short li'l poem:

Only when the words are halting,
Only then you know
(Start and stop, start-stop again,
Afraid to face the "Go")--
There's more to life than picnicking--
Pure, undiluted storm,
And chills that leave you, wondering,
"I'll ne'er again be warm."
Don't ask to see your godmother,
She's sold her wand and wings,
And all that she can do for you
Is whisper, "You poor thing!"
So, are you on your own now?
Forced to grow up far too fast?
Don't assume you have the answers
Till the thunderstorm has passed.

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