This is where I get to say anything I feel like saying and you get to agree with me.
We will also share stories and chocolate if you have any.
Naps are also encouraged, if shopping is out of the question.

Friday, November 27, 2015


The stripped and shapely
  Maple grieves
The loss of her
  Departed leaves.

The ground is hard
  As hard as stone.
The year is old,
  The birds are flown.

And yet the world,
Displays a certain
  Loveliness ---

The beauty of
  The bone. Tall God
Must see our souls
  This way , and nod.

Give thanks; we do,
  Each in his place
Around the table
  During grace.

John Updike