Hey gang! Full summer is upon us. There's lots of fresh produce, the days are sunny and warm, people are in vacation mode, and in just a few short weeks, we'll begin to feel the shift in the air toward fall...
I took yesterday off work and next Tuesday as well. Monday is a holiday already, so I have a very nice long, long weekend. Then, we'll be in August with just over a month to go before we head to France for a couple of weeks with Brad's sister and brother-in-law.
Hopefuly this evening we'll have dinner with our good friend Paul at a patio overlooking the beautiful river that flows through our town. Generally the food and service there suck, but the scenery makes up for it. And sometimes you do luck out with the meal and service.
Here's a nice tune I found surfing the Net... Perfect for a day like today. Have a good weekend, my friends.
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For Once, then, Something (by Robert Frost)
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
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Just found your blog via Jim (gorgim)'s blog. Just want to say hi!
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