The Spider
There is so much I would like to say about this poem, but I won’t dare.
I’ll be adding this to my list of things that make me happy.
The Spider (aka Natural History)
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
Brain Dump
O and A and I hit some garage sales yesterday. They seemed to charm the owners out of tons of toys that I didn't drop a penny on.
"Oh, just take it." or "You can just have that, sweety."
We came home with a fools ransom of castles, dolls, clothes, tiaras and more.
They then proceeded to play beautifully together in their room with their new treasures for five solid hours.
Sometimes the universe is kind. Read More...
Competence
I’ve been meaning to follow
up on my first post of Philosophical
Musings on Single Parenthood. In the first part,
I wondered about the definition of the designation
Single Parent. In this part, I want to talk about
the second thing I noticed about the mother in the
cofeeshop. That thing is competence.
Besides wondering about her single parent status, I
couldn’t help but notice how in control that mother
was. And it stands in stark contrast to the world I
find myself in.
(Fingers in Ears) La La La La La
Let me do something very
ridiculous right now. I am going to give all of you the
secret formula (soon not to be so secret) for how to
make Depot Dad lose his mind. It is a simple recipe, so
you can try this at home yourself. Ready? Here is what
you have to do...
Don’t hear me.
That’s it. Don’t hear me.