Today was billed as the day of the end of the world.
Then the projected time was changed.
Then---much like global warming zealots when they changed the term to "climate change"---the end-of-world prophets this morning changed their prophecy to "the BEGINNING of the end of the world."
That's a cover-all term. Just as climate has always changed and always will, any creature that is born has entered the long journey to an end.
In the meantime, I started my day outside in the gentle sunshine of the early morning... weeding, fertilizing, checking my plants... and sitting with my husband on the patio, enjoying birdsong and benevolent breezes.
I say the reports of the death of our earth have been grossly exaggerated.
And whether or not the planet is destined to end at some point, I intend to find any enjoyment I can in every day I exist in this world. Dark spots or not.
R.A.T. (Rose About Town) hopes your day is a good one.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
BREAKING THE SPACE BARRIERS...
We returned on Friday from two weeks of travel, and with the exception of the visit with a brother and sister-in-law, we spent our nights in places that boasted---yes, BOASTED!---of the large sizes of the beds in their rooms.
Bob and I have spent 50 years of marriage in a bed that apparently seems too small in the eyes of the modern world. He built this bed as a high-school shop-class project, making it out of prime cherry wood in a then-common size described as "full" or "double."
Over all these years, it's been just the right size for the two of us.
Today I sought out "Pieces of My Mind; Notes from an Old Wife"---a small book I wrote as a Christmas gift for my husband 20 years ago. The book contains my free-form poem that may not be a masterpiece in any way, but it perfectly describes how Bob and I still feel when it comes to the subject of bed size:
BREAKING THE SPACE BARRIERS...
We've spent the nights
of our long marriage
close together
in a nice old-style
double bed.
Never switched to Queen size;
never switched to King size;
cozy we've slept
in our double bed.
Over the years
our children have told us:
Try King size; try Queen size;
you'll never go back.
One night while we travelled,
we paid extra dollars
to get us a King size
in a first-class hotel.
All through the night,
we kept losing each other.
So now we agree:
If offered a King size
for the same price as "our size,"
we'll always take our size;
it's the best way to go.
We might even pay EXTRA
for LESS space between us!
Bob and I have spent 50 years of marriage in a bed that apparently seems too small in the eyes of the modern world. He built this bed as a high-school shop-class project, making it out of prime cherry wood in a then-common size described as "full" or "double."
Over all these years, it's been just the right size for the two of us.
Today I sought out "Pieces of My Mind; Notes from an Old Wife"---a small book I wrote as a Christmas gift for my husband 20 years ago. The book contains my free-form poem that may not be a masterpiece in any way, but it perfectly describes how Bob and I still feel when it comes to the subject of bed size:
BREAKING THE SPACE BARRIERS...
We've spent the nights
of our long marriage
close together
in a nice old-style
double bed.
Never switched to Queen size;
never switched to King size;
cozy we've slept
in our double bed.
Over the years
our children have told us:
Try King size; try Queen size;
you'll never go back.
One night while we travelled,
we paid extra dollars
to get us a King size
in a first-class hotel.
All through the night,
we kept losing each other.
So now we agree:
If offered a King size
for the same price as "our size,"
we'll always take our size;
it's the best way to go.
We might even pay EXTRA
for LESS space between us!
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