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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
Being left-handed has made me different. It was not a choice. Read blogs entries about racism (I've got the links to Gypsy and Maharani). Nicholas is 4 today! (pwilli's son). Got a date with Hurricane Florence? How about Jack Frost? Football! Jayhawks and Wildcats win. 7,917 views ███████ L'aura del campo ███████ SUMMER: 4 'Izzat (11 September) 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ Being left handed As a child I learned I was different ... in many ways. Being left handed was just one more 'burden'. Fortunately, my mother was left-handed and taught me my penmanship and I became very good with my parent's and teacher's encouragement. I can write backwards and upside down and backwards. Both, I believe, are easier for a left-hander. Can even do calligraphy when I try. (Been years, though ![]() However, I never became good at bowling. My right-handed father tried. Lord, he tried! But my poor eyesight and poor eye-hand coordination didn't help. If my mother would've bowled and my father taught me to write, maybe I could've been a bowler who scribbled unintelligibly! ![]() I think many left handers look at the world differently. In my generation, we were certainly treated differently. As a left hander, I may have a shorter life expectancy but I'll have a more autistic ... er ... artistic one. (I withdraw, which is not the same as autism, but some days I wonder about my childhood.) In any case it is not a choice ... it's who I am. ████████ Cloudy? Think sun ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ████████ Weather where I am: 65º and cloudy. ████████ Weather in Paul Smiths, New York: 51º. ████████ Weather in Saint George, Bermuda: 77º and 56 mph winds. While Hurricane Florence is battering Bermuda, don't forget Fall. There will be frost in the Adirondacks in Northern New York tonight. IMAGES The reflections of clouds in puddles; the reflection of people in the pond; green coverlet of waterlilies; graceful tresses of willows; a school of ripples over the surface; a wave of boughs; ants surrounding a chocolate brownie; a maple deadened to brown and bronze; the incessant whirr of the air-conditioning; the bloom of white morning glories past the vespers hour; the copper sheen in brown and green of the "Korean Cranes Rising"; a feast of pears on the ground; Chi Omega fountain flowing; orange ripe persimmons in front of Strong Hall. MY LIFE I have one? **checks breathing** Yeah, it's still working, darn it. Slept in Sunday. I'm getting enough sleep ![]() On this shortened day, I remembered to eat and read blogs. I also went to the bell concert and spoke with Elizabeth and Hatsumi (and got licked by Pom and Hina). My heel is doing much better. Afterwards I collected pears and persimmons. Very few of the students seem to notice what is ripening around them or care . Why should this surprise me? ![]() It was a cool day and fairly grey. Nothing special. POULTRY? YOU CALL THIS POULTRY? Next time You died in the rings of Saturn, again in the blast of Thega's collapse; tonight, you send an s.o.s. from Procyon. Perhaps I'll answer. Perhaps I'll merely send condolences. In a thousand years, I know you'll keep the date we made before I froze ouside the starship from Centauri. I guess I'll answer: I love you too in whatever form you are born in next. [163.342] FOOTBALL Well, it could be an interesting season here for the Jayhawks of Kansas. They barely beat Louisiana-Monroe on Saturday. If they don't play better, they won't be going to a bowl game and that'll make folks question the $1,500,000/year + they are paying the coach. It's already a sore point in this town. Yes, pwilli ![]() My professional team is the Buffalo Bills who didn't look so hot on Sunday giving up a safety to lose the game to New England. And no, Cookie ~ contemplatingareturn ![]() BLOGVILLE gypsy4evermore ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Two pastoral entries: Mavis Moog ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() vivacious ![]() charlesthec and theivyrose will continue to be friends after they broke up. Ivy's poem: "Invalid Item" ![]() Cookie ~ contemplatingareturn ![]() Some other blogs I visited: Ric The Woolicane ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() A couple statements worthy of using as a prompt: "The first day the crocus blooms" in response to "your favorite day of the year" by emmyloo "Kiss the door" a Croatian expression from Gaby ![]() ![]() And a groaner: "Suri with a fringe on Top" re the new Cruise kid, from pwilli ![]() |