21 August 2009

Friday fill-ins



1. I remember, I remember, just give me a minute.

2. Dear Anne Tyler, I want you to know that I want you to write more books, and soon. (Please.)

3. Is that my, um, whatchamacallit !!?? (I guess I didn't remember after all.)

4. I'm trying to resist the temptation of halvah. It's been a long time.

5. I'm saving a *interesting, I can't seem to answer this one... * just for you! (I wonder what that says about me? )

6. If I made a birthday list a spinning wheel would definitely be on it!!!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Bill Maher on HBO, tomorrow my plans include laundry, letter-writing, and finishing Agnes Grey, and Sunday, I want to practice spindling with my Ravelry peeps. (I'm doing much better. I'm no longer in danger of strangling myself.)

18 August 2009

haiku by Basho








The sea darkens;

the voices of the wild ducks
are faintly white.


by
Matsuo Basho

1644-1694

an award, a gift, a teaser, and a duck

Heartfelt AwardFirst, the award, from Kristi, who blogs at Books and Needlepoint.

Do you reach for a cup of cocoa or tea when you're relaxing, seeking comfort, sharing a plate of cookies with family and friends? You know that feeling you get when you drink a yummy cup of cocoa, tea or a hot toddy? That is what the Heartfelt award is all about: feeling warm inside!

Thank you!

The rules are to nominate up to 9 blogs. First, I'll cheat a little: go back to Kristi's blog and look at the other nominees. Go on - I'll wait. (tap tap tap) Now you can visit these friendly blogs:
... and everyone else in my sidebar!

Jennifer, the Book Club Girl is enabling me to become a Betsy-Tacy Convert! She has given me the first four books in the series. (Incidentally, her blog also is very friendly.) I'm going to start them this weekend. Somehow, I never read this when I was a young girl, and it'll be such a treat for this old(er) girl. Thank you so much, Jennifer!


For Teaser Tuesdays, I'll give you a verse from The One and Only Human Galaxy, a new book of poems by Elizabeth Swados.



You are a city made of dots
the tops of your heads
merge together
into a mosaic.


Oops. I seem to have run out of time for the duck.