VACATION NOTIFICATION

Hi everyone!!

Out-of-Office

I’ve scheduled some stuff to post during the weeks we are on the road. I will check-in when time allows.

I have stopped email notification for blogs because I need a real break and as long as I get notifications, I’m like a moth to the flame. In any case, sometimes I have to write. Can’t help myself.

I’ll be back. I’ll post pictures when I can, probably write a little sometimes. I won’t forget you. That’s a promise.

I turned off the comments for this post, but they are on for all others.

THE BAITING PLACE OF WOE

 There’s no making up for a lifetime of too little sleep.

A while ago, I asked Garry if he thought I would ever catch up on the years of very little or no sleep.

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He said “no” and I think the same goes for him. We lived for many decades on short hours and long days. I still don’t sleep well.

There’s no way to make up for a lifetime of lost sleep. Some morning’s are better than others, but in the end, there’s always tiredness, the wistful feeling a couple more hours of sleep would have been so nice.

In answer to this morning’s question, I think the last time I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to dive into life was before my son was born — more than 46 years ago …

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Come Sleep, O Sleep …

Sir Philip Sidney

Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release,
Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low;
With shield of proof shield me from out the press
Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw!
O make in me those civil wars to cease!—
I will good tribute pay if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
A chamber deaf of noise and blind of light,
A rosy garland, and a weary head;
And if these things, as being thine in right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
Livelier than elsewhere, Stella’s image see.


NOTE: If you read this sonnet aloud, “press” in Elizabethan English was pronounced “preese” to rhyme with release. At least, that’s what my they told me back in college.

AS THE LEAVES TURN TO GOLD

Fall keeps on going. These were taken just a couple of days ago … and autumn has since moved on apace.

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We still haven’t gotten any rain, but there’s some in the forecast. Hopefully, it will materialize and actually rain, as opposed to threatening, then dissipating without leaving any water behind.

This is our backyard and woods, now, in early September. It’s early afternoon and the sun is high in the sky. The world is glowing.