Spitball Army

Remember the lovely pink-flowered bush we had outside of our cottage door at Mission Beach and the seeds we gathered from it? Well, I just finished planting some of them, and am anxious now to see what they will do. Wouldn’t it be grand to have Calif. flowers in Minn.?

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He thought we didn’t stay half long enough, but it had taken us so long to get over there, that we had to turn practically right around again to arrive in time to get the roast on. I fixed the dinner last night for the kids – having roast, onions, carrots, date-celery-orange salad, and strawberry pie for dessert.

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Using “The Road Not Taken” and another poem as jumping-off points, Frost biographer Jay Parini hopes to show the vandals the error of their ways — and the redemptive power of poetry.

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Being evasive is not the same as lying in Bush’s mind.

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Today marks the 189th anniversary of the birth of Walt Whitman.

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Today I was sidelined with the incapcitating numbies, which is what I am calling the non-specific dizzyness and lethargy that I am associating with a cold. I also can’t sit still in one place today. So I am taking the opportunity to spend the afternoon in my office, clearing out the crap.

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I am sometimes very conscious that I am following the path of a leader who dies when He was less than half as old as I am now. I see and feel things He never saw or felt. I know things He seems never to have known.

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Let’s just assume that a polling population of 2,513 people is representative of the entirety of the United States. OK. That accomplished, take a look at what the entirety of the United States claims as its ten favorite books.

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At one of the three breaks between acts, I took an exploratory excursion down the many staircases that spiraled toward the basement. The Met, between acts, is one big 15-minute speed-party out in the lobbies, and all of the people are beautiful. My inner voyeur found it nearly as entertaining as the opera. I tried to spot celebrities, but saw none. Budgeting time for the climb back to my aerie, I went in to use the basement men’s room.

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One of the impressions that the book left me with – the first time – was how quixotically romantic it would be to spend lazy afternoons in a Spanish outdoor cafe sipping port and reading the racing columns.

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