What do I like about being back at work?

I get to take Friday off this week.

For the past 16 years or so, "Black Friday" has meant this is the day everyone gets to enjoy but me. I've had to work or I couldn't afford Christmas.  (Well it's never really been that bad, but it's felt like it.) But this year I get to eat leftovers at my own pace like everyone else. Pumpkin pie (weigh watchers be damned!) hre I come. And my granddaughters are coming and I can spend all my time with them if I want (although what they want to do is help S decorate.) That's all right; I can take pictures.

So...

Happy day after Thanksgiving everyone. And enjoy the day before Friday by saying something nice to someone in your family. Oh heck, say something nice to all of them. There must be some reason they deserve it.


And here is something nice I want to say to someone special.

Originally posted Wednesday, October 21, 2009


If I Were Paris
Some nights this room is still on fire
As if you’d been a goddess then
And I a mortal dreaming you
Were human only to awake
And learn too late you were divine.

I’d dodge the lightning bolt that made
Anchises lame for having loved
You once and told. But you’re not here.

These myths weren’t meant to be believed.

If I were Paris, I’d refuse
The bribe you offered him and claim
Instead the right to watch the white
Foam rise at Paphos, see you step
Ashore as Flora welcomes you.

© copyright 2009, 2010 (Joseph Saling) the Grandpa at The Word Mechanic Blog.


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I'll get back to writing about words and poetry soon

These are more place holders.

I like to draw. Even when the results are not very good. As I said in an earlier post, drawing, painting teach me about my father.

Sketches

Jim Bowie

Brave

Teapot

Woman

What I miss

Well, first of all I miss posting on this blog. And I miss surfing all of yours. But it's an early New Year's and now that I'm not overly concerned about my next freelance job, I vow to do better.

But that's not all I miss,

I miss Perkins Cove at Ogonquit (actually just outside Perkins Cove

I miss the yard at the bed and breakfast in Ogonquit.

I miss the view of the sea from the Marginal Way betwen Ogonquit and Wells Beach

And I miss the view of the entrance to Wells Beach as seen from near the end of the Marginal Way

This is the region where The Writer's Wife, the poem a few posts back, took place. It's in Maine, and it's the exact place where the little girl was pulled out to sea. Ogonquit means beautiful place by the sea.

It feels good to be posting again.

Thought for the Day

Never argue with idiots. They just take you down to their level and win by experience.