Scattered Thoughts

December 19, 2001

Emerson is right, (next entry) that each moment of the year has it's own beauty. In fact, since we are finally about to have a very deep freeze, I ran outside to check the status of the ever persistent daisies.

They are still there.

And so are the petunias in the front deck pots, even as I go about stringing the last of the lights on the house.

I've included that picture of the pots because I am still somewhat irked by an E-mail that I got relative to my web site.

"You wish you took those flower pictures."

Evidently someone thinks I'm ripping the images off of other sites.

I have not taken time to think about writing, especially since I have an image in my head that I wanted to create for a "Christmas" card, but have been foiled because the slide has misplaced itself.

My grandmother used to say that "It is just laying there, laughing at you."

Laugh away slide. In the meantime I have scanned a few of this and that and found the sunset that follows. It was taken over 30 years ago.

Son just came up to tell us a story about Spanish class. Seems he had a vocab test today, and looked at a word, knew that it had some "long kind of meaning" and decided he would take the short way out. For the definition he wrote in Spanish, "I love my Spanish teacher, Mrs. X."

He said she put a smilie on the paper and marked it right.

I'm still smiling