Meanwhile . . .

Everybody Needs Someone . . .

Ever Have One of Those Days?

Resistence Is . . . Well, You Know . . .

Tom the Dancing Bug

I Strive to excell

HI-E-EYE HOPES, HE HAD HI-E-EYE HOPES, HIGH APPLE PIE IN THE SKY HOPES.

REALLY? BUT I USE IT EVERY DAY!

SIGH.

UH . . . MR. POE . . .

 

I DON'T WANT TO BRAG, BUT . . .

Yes, I Ponder This Type of Question

There is a website, Lolcats, that is very popular these days. I wonder if Mr. Yeats would have liked it.
















The Cat And The Moon
- William Butler Yeats

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet.
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

Yes, Another Discovery

I discovered something wonderful.

On sleepless nights, when my mind races and I have to get out of bed so my poor husband can sleep, I can put together hundreds of blog posts and schedule them for when I can't lift a finger to blog. Well, maybe not hundreds, but you get my drift.

And the real point is that when ever I get an idea I can work on it, and if I get a slew of them, none need be lost. What a tragedy that would be.

And yes, I am addicted to Lolcats. They're actually quite adept bloggers and web surfers. I could learn a lot from them.