I can't have you?
good heavens,
I never thought of you like that;
a possession to gather,
a piece of luggage with my tags.
As just some friend, I had thought to draw something deeper from your closedness,
but I don't want to have you.
Who asks to own sunshine, or fresh water, or happiness? I don't claim you
like some item at will-call.
I tried counting sheep
1, 2, 3... 4.. 5,6... 7...
But traffic patterns were erratic, and a few confused sheep caused a wooly pile-up.
Somewhere, I started singing Happy Birthday.
I wonder, when this fever has completely usurped my conscious, if it will put up roadsigns: reduced sheep-limit, no ewe-turns, soft shoulders ahead.
...Happy birthday, dear Cathy... who is Cathy?
I scraped my brain for some remnants of coherent thought and made from it a trebuchet to help with the sheep launch.
34... . . 35... . .. 36.. . . 37... .
At which point I ran out of sheep, and the large Over-the-Moon Black and White was called on to substitute, then a killer whale swam underneath.
Yin and Yang.
like that ad in Modern Bride for a 40 ft cake platter, 41 ft cake platter, 42 ft cake platter...
I woke up several hours later, cold and sweating and still counting.
The first new months are off
to a slow
cautions
start.
They needed crampons to hike
from last year to here, but
today
all the world
wants snow shoes,
and thick knit things,
and hot spiced cider
and someone to sit with
to see the sky
frosting old Earth
with
snow.
I am simply bursting with things to say.
And you, my dear reader, like an early customer at the local bakery, are likely to be overcome with the yeasty smell of rows and stacks of fresh and tasty good things to read.
Petits fours of my wisdom, still glistening with icing florets.
Of course, I can't quite remember what I had to say, but just the thought of it looks so lovely sitting in the display window of my ever-receding memory.
As big as the ocean, blue.
'Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.
Ryan Shupe, Dream Big
You stubbed my toe.
Though I suppose the fault is mine for leaving it hanging out there for any careless fellow to trip over.
But you hardly noticed my foot
or my wince.
In fact,
now I'm not sure you ever noticed me at all.
But no harm done--
I've put on band-aids before.
Besides, it's not like you broke any major vital organs.
I am, honestly, amazed by the ingenuity my family has exhibited over the past few days. For example: driving home from Sandy with Laurel and Kate, Kate-ey introduced me to a new game called "Days of the Week". It goes something like this:
To the tune of The Adam's Family
Days of the week! (*snap* *snap*)
Days of the week! (*snap* *snap*)
Days of the week, days of the week,
Days of the week! (*snap* *snap*)
There's Monday and there's Tuesday
Wednesday and there's Thursday
Friday and there's Saturday
And then come Su-unday.
Days of the week! (*snap* *snap*)
Days of the week! (*snap* *snap*)
Days of the week, days of the week,
Days of the week! (*snap* *snap*)
At this point it is someone else's turn to pick a topic:
Months of the year (*snap* *snap*)
or
Types of weather (*snap* *snap)
or
Co-on-tinents (*snap* *snap*)
Bones of the arm provides an interesting challenge, being rather short, States of the Union is difficult, but possible, capitals of Europe is more of a challenge, mainly because I only know half of them. My favorite, by far, is Olympic Events (*snap* *snap*), Olympic Events (*snap* *snap*), Olympic Events, Olympic Events, Olympic Events (*snap* *snap*): There's Skating and there's Down Hill, and the skeleton, etc...
Car rides are never dull with these kids.
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