Sunday, February 19, 2012

18 February 2012

It was my Cancer Support Group lunch today and it was a fabulous 2 hours. The Crest's theme of the month menu was "A Taste of France" so I had an omelet stuffed with goat cheese and mushrooms. Yummy! It's daffodil time again, so we talked about making the phone calls, prices, etc. and also the fact that the Dragon Boat team is recruiting for the 2012 season. We celebrated the fact that we have no new members and that none of the current members are actively fighting cancer. We have one who is going through reconstructive surgery, but that seems to be it.

Then I walked down to Shutter Shack to get some photos printed to send to Sara when I write her next week. It's so simple - plug your flash drive into their machine, choose the pictures you want printed, hit finish and 10 minutes later you're on your way with photos in hand. All for the 'huge' cost, in this case, of $2.52. Can't beat it.

Was expecting Cynthia last night, but I got dropped for a family tree - and the night before I got dropped for muffins!!! It's a good thing we've been friends for so long. All I could do is laugh, give her a bad time and expect her tonight. was having a free weekend and she has been doing a lot of work on her family history, so she could not give up the chance to take advantage of their information.


This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Gerard Manly Hopkins
1844 - 1889

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