Month: September 2007

2007-09-26 Wednesday

So kewl how the Moon shines on my pillow in the wee hours of the morning.  Someone from the Minnesota Historical Society called this afternoon to apologize for not greeting me personally at the Lightner House Event last week.  I don’t think my donation warrants that sort of attention, but whatever.  The part that excites me is that he’s going to have their Curator call me regarding my square grand piano that I’m not using and would like to be rid of in my long term effort toward downsizing.  I’ve been unsuccessful in an attempt to sell the thing and a tax deduction for donating it would be nice.

2007-09-25 Tuesday

I was ready to get back to the gym this morning and seem to be suffering no ill effects.  We saw Ron Howard’s “In the Shadow of the Moon” at the Lagoon Theater.  While I enjoyed the movie, I don’t think it’s going to be a big box office hit.

2007-09-22 Saturday

There are two Samoyeds along our route who are particularly bothersome in their charging, snarling and snapping.  While they’ve never actually bit (yet?), they scare me.  Today they were both more aggressive than usual and kept it up much longer.  One of them got hit by a truck, right in front of us.  Lucky for the dog it was only grazed on the back end, the driver didn’t even stop.  The lady behind, who almost rear ended him, did.  I hope the dogs learned something from the experience, but I doubt it.  The owner is probably still in the yard hollering ineffectually.  We saw Neil Simon’s “Proposals” at the Old Log Theater. 

2007-09-21 Friday

Avery is beginning to understand the concept of past, present and future.  She tells me about things that happened “last day” or she’s anticipating “next day”.  We baked a chocolate bundt cake in celebration of Steve’s 56th birthday.  The socks I knit for Avery were way too small.  We’ve traced her foot and I’ll try again. 

Here’s a Thought

“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.  And when it subsides you have to make a decision.  You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.  Because this is what love is.  Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.  That is just being in love, which any fool can do.  Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.  Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.” Louis de Bernieres from Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

Here’s a Thought

“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.  And when it subsides you have to make a decision.  You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.  Because this is what love is.  Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.  That is just being in love, which any fool can do.  Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.  Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.” Louis de Bernieres from Captain Corelli’s Mandolin