Maurice Sendak died today. A light in my world extinguished.
In January it’s so nice
While slipping on the sliding ice
To sip hot chicken soup with rice
Sipping once, sipping twice
Sipping chicken soup with rice
Long ago, a little brown haired girl was learning to read, sitting in the cafeteria with a school aide. Dick and Jane running were no fun at all – but Chicken Soup with Rice captured her imagination.
Reading skills quickly advanced, and with it came bigger books the little brown haired girl was growing up.
Soon, the little brown haired girl was little no more. Maurice Sendak tucked away in some corner of her mind with other childhood memories.
Before long, the brown haired girl had children of her own. She introduced Maurice to her little ones, and they loved him as she did.
We “paddled” down the Chicken soup-y Nile and Whooped about Witches, Goblins, and Ghosts. We marveled in our baubled and bangled Christmas tree. Maurice in his gentle wisdom opened our minds to looking at things in unexpected ways.
He reminded us that even when we grow old it is important to nurture the child.
I told you once, I told you twice
All seasons of the year are nice
For eating chicken soup with rice.
Farewell Maurice. You left this world a better place. Thank you…
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I’m going through – David Bowie
One needs some change when it has almost been a year since any regular posts!
So, I began to nag StevoFC about doing some remodeling here…
At long last the paint is dry, new pictures have been hung, and As Kat Knits has a new look!
Thank you StevoFC!! I think it looks great!
Now the only thing left is for me to find my writing mojo…
Stay tuned, gentle reader.
It was the best of times… Charles Dickens
It was a truly spectacular 9 days, but who was counting. There was good food, great conversation, some awesome beer, a little Idol, and photography – lots of great photography.
We went to Van Raalte Farm on a couple of different days – I live here and had never been there. It is really an amazing place; the paths are all clearly marked and imagine my wonder as I saw so much wildlife in the city limits – the first morning a fox barked at us! We also saw plenty of birds – even bluebirds and turkeys! I will indeed visit there again.
Here is a little montage of our week. Enjoy!
I saw this article last week in my local paper. A mixture of disbelief and disgust washed over me as I read the article and the comments posted. Now, gentle reader, I live in the heart of the Christian Right of Michigan in a city that has more churches than bars. However, evidently, Christian charity does not extend beyond the walls of their precious sanctuaries, and certainly not for single mothers, people who are underprivileged, of a different faith or belief system, and especially if you have a different skin color.
However, lest you think that this kind of nonsense is an anomaly contained to my self-righteous city, you would be wrong because yesterday my BFF sent me this link.
Hello everyone, a big thank you if you are still here reading this post! All has been quiet here recently with work and life consuming my waking hours. In the world where I work yard maintenance is king and the “grass season” officially began on April 1 and trust me when I say that the coincidence of that and April fool’s day is not lost on me.
Why, you might ask? Well, it ushers in the event of 12-hour workdays, beginning at five o’clock in the morning. Which means rising at the ungodly hour of 3:30AM.
I had been enjoying seeing sunrises as I got up to start my day. Now, I am up long before the sun is. Not quite the way is should work, but the pay is a bonus. 60-hour workweeks make for a nice paycheck!
Anyways, here is a recent sunrise and sunset.
Mourning Doves at sunset
Have a great week everyone!