Now I lay me down Gently into that good night Sleep, perchance to dream *Cento, from the Latin meaning "patchwork," is a form of poetry that uses lines from other poems. Line 1: Joseph Addison, 1711 Line 2: Dylan Thomas, 1951 Line 3: Shakespeare (Hamlet), 1623
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Long may she wave
I take my freedoms for granted and complain when things aren’t easy or free. But I have a warm home to live in, cabinets full of food, books and music to enjoy. I can walk down my street in peace, rant about my government without fear, rail against an unjust world, and sleep with my … Continue reading Long may she wave
Photo hike: a dog’s eye view
In the 27 years that the Mister and I have been married, we've had several dogs. Most of which were "supposedly" water dogs. Labradors! They were retrievers, as in retrieving water fowl on duck hunts. Each one of them was deathly afraid of getting wet. Trying to bathe them was an exercise in futility. We got wetter … Continue reading Photo hike: a dog’s eye view
Raising teens
There are three encouragements to surviving raising teenagers. The first is IT gets better. The second is it GETS better. And the third is it gets BETTER.
Creature comfort
I'm a bit of a loner. I have a few close friends I enjoy spending time with, but being by myself is not something I avoid. I like being able to make plans without stressing about someone else's preferences. Having my own schedule, or not having one at all, makes being spontaneous much easier. That's … Continue reading Creature comfort
She sells seashells
From water we came To water we shall return Baptism and death *At every cemetery I've visited, seashells are a common grave decoration. Not in that the shell motifs adorn markers, but actual shells define the grave site - either lined up along the top of the gravestones, or along the edges of the plot. What … Continue reading She sells seashells
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