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Kayak Morning |
Breakfast Along The Shore |
Fishing From The Dock |
Big Tom |
A Sea Of Golden Rod |
Evie's Dahlias |
We decided it was a good night to go out, so we left for Steeners Irish Pub at 6:00 and were fortunate to find a seat at the bar. We quickly ordered a few drafts, looked at the menu but ordered the daily specials, an enormous veal parmesan sandwich for Evie and osso buco for me, served over rice with a mushroom sauce. Both dinners were more than we could eat and as we were finishing, our plumber walked in with his wife, so we spent the next 15 to 20 minutes talking with them about recipes and travels. We have talked with Phil before at Steeners but had not met his wife before. They were fun and we were reluctant to leave but did not want to have another beer and drive home. We were home by 8:00 in time to watch a Colbert, another episode of The Spy and have a bowl of vanilla ice cream with peaches before going up to bed,
I discovered Emily Dickinson my freshmen year at Ohio University and went out and bought her book of poetry. I have liked her poems ever since and here is one of my favorites from today's Writer's Almanac.
Going to Heaven
by Emily Dickinson
by Emily Dickinson
Going to heaven!
I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how,--
Indeed, I'm too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to heaven!--
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the shepherd's arm!
I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how,--
Indeed, I'm too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to heaven!--
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the shepherd's arm!
Perhaps you're going too!
Who knows?
If you should get there first,
Save just a little place for me
Close to the two I lost!
The smallest "robe" will fit me,
And just a bit of "crown";
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home.
Who knows?
If you should get there first,
Save just a little place for me
Close to the two I lost!
The smallest "robe" will fit me,
And just a bit of "crown";
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home.
I'm glad I don't believe it,
For it would stop my breath,
And I'd like to look a little more
At such a curious earth!
I am glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the mighty autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground.
For it would stop my breath,
And I'd like to look a little more
At such a curious earth!
I am glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the mighty autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground.
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