Thanksgiving!

To all my wonderful friends, whose posts and comments inspire and encourage me, make laugh, broaden my perspective, improve my understanding, and otherwise warm and brighten my life, here's wishing you all the blessings of the harvest:

Happy Thanksgiving!


...and, of course, there's a poem:

Blessings
occur.
Some days I find myself
putting my foot in
the same stream twice;
leading a horse to water
and making him drink.
I have a clue.
I can see the forest
for the trees.

All around me people
are making silk purses
out of sows' ears,
getting blood from turnips,
building Rome in a day.
There's a business
like show business.
There's something new
under the sun.

Some days misery
no longer loves company;
it puts itself out of its.
There's rest for the weary.
There's turning back.
There are guarantees.
I can be serious.
I can mean that.
You can quite
put your finger on it.

Some days I know
I am long for this world.
I can go home again.
And when I go
I can
take it with me.
--Ronald Wallace

copacetic

Maybe, if you're a serious geometrician,
CPCTC means
corresponding parts of congruent triangles are congruent...
but in my class,
we all prefer to think it means
everything is copacetic.
Just because,
if you get that far,
everything usually is.

And these days --
Free Tuesdays, beginning in January! --
Every moment
is looking perfectly
copacetic.
Let the wild rumpus start!

Weekend Update (Lite Edition)

Consumed with: Schedules. Ironing out kinks in schedules. Wrestling time. Racing the clock. Dull stuff, as anyone I've cornered lately can attest.

Hoping for: Change. Goes against my nature, and my otherwise firm conviction that my life is perfectly perfect just as it is, but there you have it.

Listening to: Hard Times (Come Again No More). Don't recognize the vocalist, but sure do like this song.

Enjoying: Just-baked bread, still warm from the oven, with butter (thank you, M!). The scent of freshly-picked thyme crushed with salt into a paste to rub on the chicken we'll roast on the rotisserie this afternoon.

Just finished reading: Loving Frank; never knew Frank Lloyd Wright's life was so tabloidesque: there are extramarital affairs, great fires, murder, drug abuse, financial cataclysm, and moments of shocking cruelty, all mixed in with great love and a vision of great beauty. Looking forward to T. C. Boyle's take on the same lurid subject in The Women.

Watching: Sunlight glinting off the roof of our neighbor's barn. Sunlight. In November. I'll enjoy it every moment I can.

Wishing for: good health & peace of mind for everyone. Hugs and kisses to all, and I hope you don't mind if I send off some chicken soup for just in case. Hope you all stay well!

Enjoy your weekend!

Hamlet (edition, Facebook)

Hamlet (by Sarah Schmelling)

Enjoy!