Monday, July 18, 2011

July 18

Spent yesterday lazing about instead of doing some laundry so today I HAVE to do it - at least 4 loads which may not sound large if you have a family, but is huge when there is only one of you. There may be more if I find the energy to strip the bed - everything needs to be washed, including the mattress cover.

Today will be a stitching day between loads of laundry. Didn't do any of that yesterday either, but there will be very few non-stitching days because of the deadline for the wedding piece.

We've actually had consecutive warm and sort of sunny days this weekend. Dare I think that summer has decided to appear?

Cool Tombs

When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs he forgot
the copperheads and the assassin . . . in the dust, in the
cool tombs.

And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street,
cash and collateral turned ashes . . . in the dust, in the cool

Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in
November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she
remember? . . . in the dust, in the cool tombs?

Take any streetful of people buying clothes and groceries,
cheering a hero or throwing confetti and blowing tin
horns . . . tell me if the lovers are losers . . . tell me if any
get more than the lovers . . . in the dust . . . in the cool

Carl Sandbery
1878 - 1967

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