tired........zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

A bit of culture

And now for a bit of culture....

The Darkling Thrush

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

Apparently decoder rings are usually not actual rings you wear on your finger....Who knew?

I am going to be groomsman around mid February, 2009 .
Just beat out for best man (by a brother coming back
from Iraq) . Also, the lack of smileys on this blog site
kinda get's me down......how will I ever survive? :(

Yes, apparently this site does not send you an email notification when you receive comments....oh well....at least I finally got to read them....:D.


As for what's going on in my life.... I am completely exhausted.......beyond that, well, go check Facebook :).

Near Accident

Driving in the rain is not fun, a fact which the guy who decided to pull out into the street(Montrose) without checking for oncoming traffic was kind enough to remind me of. Under normal conditions I would have toasted some rubber but been able to stop in time. Unfortunately, slick roads and a somewhat sluggish reaction time made this impossible. The only reason I didn't plow right into the guy was because my tires locked and I slid (with an audible SMACK) into the curb. As I struggled to regain control, the other driver, quite helpfully, flicked on his turn signal and went on his merry way down a cross street. Didn't get a chance to really survey the extent of the damage. I figure I'm better off finding out in the morning and not worrying about it for now. It's been a long day :D.

Excerpt

"I couldn't understand it," he said earnestly. His blue eyes were full of pain and clear wonder. "They never asked me anything about China." It was an old hurt, carried in his heart over all the years. For he had come home a man, full in stature and wisdom, ripe with experience beyond any of theirs. He had been beyond the horizon of hills and fields, beyond even the West that seemed so far, beyond the seas. He had eaten strange foods, had walked the streets of other countries and had learned to speak a foreign tongue. But here, he was only Andrew come home again. No one cared that he spoke, read and wrote Chinese excellently; no one asked him, "What do they eat over there and what do they wear?" They examined briefly a few gifts Carie brought. The old man was far more pleased when she took his old coat and ripped it apart and turned it and made it look new again.

Andrew, dwelling upon it when he was an old man, said, the painful dry red creeping into his cheeks, "They said I was very quiet and that I didn't talk. But they didn't ask me anything. Why should I tell them what they did not care to know?"