It's pumpkin time! Carved these little guys during the Veep debate last night; very enjoyable evening. Although, next year, I will go back to regular sized pumpkins--these are difficult to carve into. But, the seeds are roasting and my home smells autumnal and cosy.
Have been remiss in Poetry Friday, so here's one that made me laugh--because I get it after being in this new culture.
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At Steak 'n Shake I learned that if you add
"Bless their hearts" after their names, you can say whatever you want about them and it's OK. My son, bless his heart, is an idiot, she said. He rents storage space for his kids' toys—they're only one and three years old! I said, my father, bless his heart, has turned into a sentimental old fool. He gets weepy when he hears my daughter's greeting on our voice mail. Before our Steakburgers came someone else blessed her office mate's heart, then, as an afterthought, the jealous hearts of the entire anthropology department. We bestowed blessings on many a heart that day. I even blessed my ex-wife's heart. Our waiter, bless his heart, would not be getting much tip, for which, no doubt, he'd bless our hearts. In a week it would be Thanksgiving, and we would each sit with our respective families, counting our blessings and blessing the hearts of family members as only family does best. Oh, bless us all, yes, bless us, please bless us and bless our crummy little hearts. "Bless Their Hearts" by Richard Newman, from Domestic Fugues. © Steel Toe Books, 2009.  |
I love that poem; it always cracks me the heck up. My friend Jules, who is from Tennessee, gives credence to the "bless your heart" thing as fact. It's awful; I hear myself when annoyed larding my comments with endearments or blessings, and bite my tongue... it's a wonder anyone believes anything I ever say.
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O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
my current fav is: all ya'll. Just love how it covers so many situations. Have also noticed 'sweetie' coming out of my mouth....and not in that super loving way. :)
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