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Cut: John Paul at Tres Jolie
Color: Pam at Tres Jolie
Glasses: Double Vision by Nicole Miller
Ratty T-shirt jammies: All me.
(I have just spent an hour searching for these frames. Because I have to take them off to read the tiny inscription. Which, of course, I can't do without my glasses.)
How was your Valentines Day? Just a regular day, here, as we both pretty much agree to ignore it...same as Sweetest Day, actually. The only thing I like about Valentine's Day is the conversation hearts, and they are bad for my teeth. They used to be softer...
The hearts, not my teeth.
I'm goin' all retro on ya. Keely is your compere* today...
Yesterday, Gretchen wrote about her TWO dictionaries of the saints, and it flashed my brain back to Catholic school. I used to check these out of the library and look for the most gruesome martyrings. Catherine Wheels were awesome, and St. Lawrence-on-the-Gridiron did NOT play North American football.
I am finding out how many blogs I read are posted with Squarespace because they are currently forced to use the same word verification set up. Bleaargh. Mrs. G. uses Squarespace, and I made the mistake of subscribing to a set of comments there. I had forgotten how many readers Mrs. G has! My Inbox was flashing ALL DAY yesterday.
Keely is the host of this shebang, and Stumble Upon pointed her to an amazing picture...you really have to go to her RTT post to see it. I just want to say, that Bud and I have a deal: If one of us is THAT pissed off at the other, we have agreed to just ask the other party to LEAVE. No weaponry is necessary.
I dropped my boss off at the airport yesterday after work. She'll be in San Francisco for the rest of the week, and was complaining that the weather was "only" going to be in the low 50s for the week. It's a little hard to feel sorry for her, when we are expecting a high of 30 or so for the rest of the week.
Other weather news: It smelled like spring here yesterday. The sun was shining, some of the snow, at least, was melting, and for the last two days, I have heard birds singing in the morning. It's possible I have survived another Michigan winter. If I say that too loud, I'll be smitten with more snow. Bleaargh.
I talked a co-worker into blowing off her afternoon meetings yesterday so that she could accomplish some research and writing that really needed to be done. Not like she was headed to the mall for an afternoon of window-shopping, but it felt good to validate someone's feeling that it was alright to trust herself to prioritize .
How many more days until I leave for Florida? Why, I am very glad you asked. Thirty-eight days until departure. Then ten days of travel, fun, sun, and frugal decadence.
Pitchers report to Training Camp this week. Can I tell uou how happy that makes me? Very happy. Very happy, indeed.
Now go visit Keely, and all the other RTTers.
*A word I learned from reading Monty Python scripts. It means master of ceremonies (emcee).
The children have set a date.
I'll just let that sink in a moment...
My daughter, Partly Cloudy, and her finace, Lovely Young Man, have set a date for their wedding. A hall has been reserved, and plans for flowers, food, music, and photography are in the works. They have been engaged since June of 2007, so even though she is very young, they are not rushing into anything. Actually, she'll be the same age when she gets married as I was the day I got married: 22. (Yes, that means she was engaged at 17. They bought the ring before we even had her graduation party. Eep.)
Buddy and I were driving home from the movies the other night (The Fighter. The acting was incredible, the script was kind of all over the place. Christian Bale deserves an Oscar for this work. So does Melissa Leo.) and, as usual, Buddy has his iTouch attached to the car stereo. Sometimes, when I can figure out how the damn thing works, I select songs I want to hear. We had been listening to some Joni Mitchell on the way to the theater, Woodstock, and then the Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young version, both of which have their merits. Then I selected this one, Circle Game, my favorite by Joni Mitchell, which started the waterworks...
Yesterday, a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Then, the child moved ten times 'round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, "When you're older", must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
And they tell him, "Take your time. It won't be long now.
'Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down"
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and 'round and 'round
In the circle game
And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game.
