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It’s warm here again — 90 or so? I have no idea. But for Oregon? In May? Nice and warm.
Have a great week, everybodeee…
love,
wm
“There is wisdom in turning as often as possible from the familiar to the unfamiliar: it keeps the mind nimble, it kills prejudice, and it fosters humor.”
– George Santayana, philosopher (1863-1952)
“Glory to you for the feast-day of life.
Glory to you for the perfume of lilies and roses.
Glory to you for each different taste of berry
and fruit.
Glory to you for the sparkling silver of early
morning dew.
Glory to you for the joy of dawn’s awakening.
Glory to you for the new life each day brings.”
– Gregory Petrov
I think you can probably guess how I feel when I don’t post daily. Or five times daily. That I’ve disappointed you. Let you down. Left you longing for… something you’re not getting here.
Just know, I have several projects and ideas hanging fire.
my husband: “Maybe you should ask my dad what he thinks?” (My father-in-law, who is a fairly wise and all-knowing, practical and level-headed kind of guy.)
me: “No. Because he’ll say what he always says, ‘Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance… no, no, no. No!’ Then he tears out what little is left of his hair.”
my husband: “And is he ever wrong?”
me: “No.” (Dammit, don’t people like that make you nuts?)
OK, must go. I have the following things to contemplate…
1) master’s degree? Should I go for it? If so, in what? (Am considering Library Media advanced degree.) (Yes, I know there are no jobs for librarians.) (Because I like books is why! Don’t you?)
2) A soon-to-be-six-year-old’s birthday party. It will involve… rocks. And chocolate cupcakes.
3) My constant clashing of heads with my 8-year-old. (Unlike my father-in-law, she is not always right.) (Nor am I.)
4) Haiku: Why does it exist?
5) Blogs: Will I ever be able to keep up with them again? How about just my own?
6) Book reviews: I need to write some.
7) My husband and one kid went to Denver for spring break. I stayed home with feverish other kid. Should I feel ripped off? No, am too exhausted.
8) It costs fifty bucks every time I fill up my gas tank. I used to coast into the gas station, give the guys two bucks in change and coast out. Ah, youth. Why have you forsaken me?
9) My granny: I never call her. (She never calls me, either, but she’s 87. I need to check on her.)
10) That’s it. Knitting is going well, writing is going not so well, my house is extremely clean after being home for almost a week with a sick kid.
You?
xxox
wm
This morning I was at New Seasons, buying snacks for Wacky Boy’s class, and overheard two of the stockboys talking:
SB #1: “You have no hope? Sometimes I think I’ve given up all hope, but really, you have no hope?”
SB #2: “All hope is gone. I have given up on hope.”
me: “No giving up on hope.”
SB #1: “Thank you!”
I love this crazy clip. Thanks to my father-in-law for sending it along.
“We are not as divided as our politics suggest. That we are one people, that we are one nation, and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story, with three words that will ring from coast to coast, from sea to shining sea: ‘Yes, we can.’”
– Barack Obama
(Also, there is talk of Mr. Obama this spring visiting my neighborhood’s very own Jefferson High School, here in Portland, Ore. If you’d like this to happen, please contact his campaign headquarters.)
“Clear Eyes! Full Hearts! Can’t Lose!”
Have you seen this site? It’s a direct way for teachers to get cash donated for specific projects — in this case, copies of “The Stranger,” by Camus, for a class of high school seniors. (Another plug for my family’s neighborhood high school.)
If you have a little to spare, please do. And please pass the website address along to any educators you may know who need a bit of extra help.
ps — it’s still raining here. Happy Thursday.
pss — edited later to say: the kids are getting their books! The project has been fully funded. In one day. Cool. Thank you to all who helped.
“There’s blood in the streets, it’s up to my ankles
She came
There’s blood on the streets, it’s up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it’s following me
Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets it’s up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs down the legs of the city
She came
The women are crying red rivers of weepin’
She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of phantastic l.a.
Blood streams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
There’s blood in the streets, it’s up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it’s up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it’s following me”
“Peace Frog”
The Doors
from the Wacky Mailbox:
“On December 28th, a federal court issued an order preventing Oregon from implementing its new domestic partnership law until at least Feb. 1. The court’s decision was in response to a lawsuit brought by an out-of-state right wing interest group. This unnecessary delay has put hundreds of caring, committed couples in harm’s way. It’s up to us to ensure that Oregonians understand what’s at stake. Join Basic Rights Oregon at the Rally to Defend Equality on January 30.
Gay or straight - it’s time to stand up and be counted.
Support Oregon families by joining us at Wednesday’s Rally to Defend Equality. Bring your friends and family with you! (more…)
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