Today is Loretta's birthday; Happy Day to you, Gorgeous!
Snow on the ground today in Southern Pines. This would lead to extreme funk on my part except that the sun is shining ferociously. Yeeks, sometimes I miss Texas soooo much.
All guineas are fine, even dissuading the nasty German Shepherd two doors down from entering the yard; he can't stand the decibel level. For me it's like when I lived right at the tracks and, after the first couple of nights, never was wakened by the night trains.
Hope you all are well! Della, thanks for the card from Rome that has cats in every frame--cool!
Maureen
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Update on Melinda
phone is 715 443 6201
cell is 715 571 6208
2661 Country Rd S., Marathon, WI 54448
Birthday 5/19/45
husband is Rollie
cell is 715 571 6208
2661 Country Rd S., Marathon, WI 54448
Birthday 5/19/45
husband is Rollie
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Counting to Twelve
KEEPING QUIET
Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth,
let's not speak in any language;
let's stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt would not look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about.....
If we were not so single minded about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us,
as when everything seems dead in winter and later proves to be alive.
Now I'll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.
Pablo Neruda
Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth,
let's not speak in any language;
let's stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt would not look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about.....
If we were not so single minded about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us,
as when everything seems dead in winter and later proves to be alive.
Now I'll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.
Pablo Neruda
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