*handwave* It's still Tuesday. Really
And thus I already didn't fail at posting poetry for yesterday. Except the Jedi mind trick doesn't work that way even when I hope a lot so...I'll simply try to make it up by posting two today.
An April Sunday brings the snow
Making the blossom on the plum trees green,
not white. An hour or two, and it will go.
Strange that I spend that hour moving between
Cupboard and cupboard, shifting the store
Of jam you made of fruit from these same trees:
Five loads - a hundred pounds or more -
More than enough for all next summer's teas,
Which now you will not sit and eat.
Behind the glass, under the cellophane,
Remains your final summer - sweet
and meaningless, and not to come again.
~Philip Larkin
It's not Sunday, no, but an April Wednesday brings the snow this month and my love for Philip Larkin knows no bounds because he's snarky and funny and tragic and uses beautiful language.
I've kept meaning to update the past few days and haven't actually gotten to the point of doing it. Partially because there was a time that I failed at being a responsible adult in doing anything other than paying rent. But I fixed that yesterday by going on a spree of cleaning and laundrying and grocery shopping. I don't think the cats were impressed. They decided to tip over their litter box in protest. Stupid cats.
This Saturday was
defectivewookie's wedding, and it was an absolutely gorgeous one. I danced until my feet hurt and then danced some more. It was wonderful seeing people since I've been in my hermit state for a while now, but especially the
earthgoatand Buck,
kalranyand
theseusship,
kelcore668, and Jo and Aaron, and so many other people. Stace? You were missed greatly. I didn't take nearly as many pictures as I wanted to (too busy dancing, and, umm, tequila), but I'll post those that I have soon and hope others filter up.
I still haven't gotten any Sculpey, but I did find an old gi top (in the trunk of my car with the old sparring pads and sticks...I TOLD all of you that keeping stuff in my car was good). Sadly, playing with the gi top to try to take a pattern from it has made me want to kickbox again. A lot. Too bad it's totally out of my reach at this point.
Oooh, look at me babbling. One day I'll work on that coherent train of thought thing I've heard so much about.
An April Sunday brings the snow
Making the blossom on the plum trees green,
not white. An hour or two, and it will go.
Strange that I spend that hour moving between
Cupboard and cupboard, shifting the store
Of jam you made of fruit from these same trees:
Five loads - a hundred pounds or more -
More than enough for all next summer's teas,
Which now you will not sit and eat.
Behind the glass, under the cellophane,
Remains your final summer - sweet
and meaningless, and not to come again.
~Philip Larkin
It's not Sunday, no, but an April Wednesday brings the snow this month and my love for Philip Larkin knows no bounds because he's snarky and funny and tragic and uses beautiful language.
I've kept meaning to update the past few days and haven't actually gotten to the point of doing it. Partially because there was a time that I failed at being a responsible adult in doing anything other than paying rent. But I fixed that yesterday by going on a spree of cleaning and laundrying and grocery shopping. I don't think the cats were impressed. They decided to tip over their litter box in protest. Stupid cats.
This Saturday was
defectivewookie's wedding, and it was an absolutely gorgeous one. I danced until my feet hurt and then danced some more. It was wonderful seeing people since I've been in my hermit state for a while now, but especially the
earthgoatand Buck,
kalranyand
theseusship,
kelcore668, and Jo and Aaron, and so many other people. Stace? You were missed greatly. I didn't take nearly as many pictures as I wanted to (too busy dancing, and, umm, tequila), but I'll post those that I have soon and hope others filter up.
I still haven't gotten any Sculpey, but I did find an old gi top (in the trunk of my car with the old sparring pads and sticks...I TOLD all of you that keeping stuff in my car was good). Sadly, playing with the gi top to try to take a pattern from it has made me want to kickbox again. A lot. Too bad it's totally out of my reach at this point.
Oooh, look at me babbling. One day I'll work on that coherent train of thought thing I've heard so much about.