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Just opened the Spring Issue of Galaxy, and saw a picture and write-up of the lady I look at every moning in my bathroom mirror! Thanks, Editor Barbara--I am humbled.
Lunch this Father's Day with Son-in-law Joe & Sue, Melanie & Charles; greats, Hailey and Donovan. I am blest...
(For the Fun of It: 2 "ODD" poems:) The Termite A termite is more a vampire than a mite. The bite of mite is but an itch to ease. How lucky we're not made of trees.
That's Life Yesterday died, and all its pain. That's not to say that today won't bring strife. Hope for happiness is up to me. That's ife.
A Bit of Wisdom
Ground Rattlers They were possessors of this land before we came, we latent squatters strutting our rights, as stubborn in our determination as the coiled ground rattler, our toy rattles not nearly so effective.
Today, Tomorrow A narrow path snaking across the field from pond to hayloft speaks to the habit of cows like that of man following heel to heel beating a rut deep, deeper; too deep for sons to climb out of.