My parents are in town for the holidays and suddenly I don't know what to do to entertain them. This morning my dad and I were sitting on the couch...I was on my laptop...and he said to me, "What would you do without a computer?".

I don't know.



Once again, I have let tending to standard holiday etiquette slip by. I am constantly amazed at those who make the time to make others feel important...how do you do it? And thank you.

button your coat
and pull up the collar,
tense up and shiver
with chattering teeth.
red nose and blue lips
night kidnaps the hours,
scrape all the windows
and turn up the heat.


i don't have anything to blog about, really.

Simply.

'Tis the season...

warm and dry are constantly compromised.

Jenny got a new place...


MikeO's neighbors are at it again...

On to the next blog...

So there's this poem by Lewis Carroll that I've never read.

I have, however...like so many other things, read about it on Wikipedia...and somehow it seems to fall in line with the end of 2007.

According to this article, Carroll is quoted as saying, "I was walking on a hillside, alone, one bright summer day, when suddenly there came into my head one line of verse — one solitary line — 'For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.' I knew not what it meant, then: I know not what it means, now; but I wrote it down: and, sometime afterwards, the rest of the stanza occurred to me, that being its last line: and so by degrees, at odd moments during the next year or two, the rest of the poem pieced itself together, that being its last stanza."

The Snark is a fictional character which is described as being "unimaginable".
Carroll further explains, "Periodically I have received courteous letters from strangers begging to know whether The Hunting of the Snark is an allegory, or contains some hidden moral, or is a political satire: and for all such questions I have but one answer, I don't know!"

2008 awaits;

This morning I slept past my alarm and woke to a text message from a friend..."Snow!" I am thinking of last Winter, when everything cold seemed new again...when pushing cars from icy roadsides made me laugh...I couldn't have imagined that having no job and no money was possible. I couldn't have planned any of it. This morning seemed warm-ish despite the white...until I wiped my windsheild with a bare hand-OUCH!


So here are my resolutions for the new year (and yes, I dare make some);

•Search for the unimaginable
•
•Learn the rules of rhyme and meter

The second bullet point is my reminder to be patient with the process of knowing...and to be okay with the things I may never know.