Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Potato Chips

So today was one of those wonderful, frustrating, embarrassing days. Things happened that gave me laughter and wonderful memories. Other circumstances gave way to, shall we say things I would rather forget.
Anyhoo! Now that all that negativity is brushed aside I shall share this wonderful quote. Fabulous and true. Spoken by someone I have never heard of but boy I think we are kindred spirits!

  "Reading one book is like eating one potato chip."
                                                   Diane Duane
I have no pictures of potato chips to accompany it or I would have stuck one up there to make all mouths water. Ah well.
The night is late and I have a lovely book calling my name.

    The road goes ever on and on

Monday, January 28, 2013

Looking Back on the Past

So I have never been very good with keeping up a diary or a blog. This one is a prime example. It is easy to go into an endeavor with a smile and a bright picture of what is to come. Keeping it up, however, is another matter entirely. So (I need to stop beginning all my sentences with that word) on that note of despondency I shall attempt again at a blog that hopefully will not ebb off into oblivion.
There are a few things that I hope will keep it going this time.

  1.  I need/want to practice writing. Being a good writer helps life run a little smoother as well as being a worth wile thing to do.
  2. I hope to write book and movie review. There may even be a few vlog reviews mixed in. I shall have to see how long/where this goes to.
  3. I have a new buddy that I am quite proud of. His name is Winston :)

Yes I love him. However, I have never had a "fancy" camera like this before so I am still trying to sort out settings and lighting etc. etc. 
 So I guess number 4 is connected to 3 in that I hope to post multitudinous (fantastic word that I hope I used correctly) photographs.

     The road goes ever on and on

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Goodbye to a Friend

She was such a good friend.
Wagging her tail, twisting in a circle &
whining all the while holding a shoe or stick
lightly in her teeth. Oh so happy to see everyone.

I will miss you my Penny girl.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

A Winter With No Snow

 So this winter we have had less then a quarter of the usual snowfall (as you can tell from these pictures) :( However, it will probably make for the lack of snow in April or May when I am dying for spring Not snow!
Anyways I took these a few weeks ago and finally got around to downloading them to the computer.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Happy Valentines Day to All and Sundry!

"Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds. . . [it] alters not with
his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of 
~William Shakespeare~

Valentine, Sweet Valentine

Monday, February 13, 2012

Whitman's Tribute to the Great Lincoln

Okay so I must admit that in the past this poem has not been a favorite. The few times I was assigned to read it I would lets be nice and say that I "skimmed."
Well, a couple of days ago I was browsing through a volume of poems and came across this one and decided to read it. 
Umm it brought tears to my eyes! 
So now I have dedicated myself to memorize it :)
Anyways here is a new favorite of mine.

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: 
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
-Walt Whitman-

Monday, December 19, 2011