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The 411 on Where I've Been

I went away and had a lovely vacation.  We saw plenty of family, took the soon-to-be-seven year old Whirlwind of Destruction to see the Crayola Factory with attached Barge and Canal Museum (WTF?), and saw some great fireworks on the Fourth at a party on a lake, and returned home.

After a single day back, our phone line went almost non-functional.  Certainly not functional enough for our slooow dial-up internet here in the boonies.  Slow enough that many of our calls could "not be completed as dialed.  Please check the number and dial again..."  And our lovely phone provider, the only viable option for us here, could not fix it all week!  And then once it was fixed, thunderstorms made connections intermittent, and just aaaaaarrrrrgh!

I have a feeling that by the time I catch up on what I want to catch up on it will be time to go away to Camp in Maine for the first week of August.  On the plus side, the steam coming out of my ears ought to amuse the kiddies in my swim classes.  Ummm...the ones it doesn't terrify.




Latest Month

November 2017

A Few Words from the Wise

Speak to him, for there is none born wise.

-The Maxims of Ptahotep


In mourning or rejoicing, be not far from me.

- an Ancient Egyptian Love Song


But your embraces
alone give life to my heart
may Amun give me what I have found
for all eternity.

-Love Songs of the New Kingdom, Song #2


To Know the Dark

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is travelled by dark feet and dark wings.

-Wendell Berry


Up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

-Robert Burns


Visit to the Hermit Ts'ui

Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,
Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows.
I envy you, drunk with flowers,
Butterflies swirling in your dreams.

-Ch'ien Ch'i


Mistress of high achievement, O lady Truth,
do not let my understanding stumble
across some jagged falsehood.



Every Gaudy colour
Is a bit of truth.

-Nathalia Crane


I counted two-and-twenty stenches,
All well defined, and several stinks.

-Samuel Coleridge