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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, March 7, 2013

bunny, warm boots, and an unfinished chess board...




Put out a few Easter things yesterday.  This bunny puppet I found a few years ago when I was shopping for grand daughter's Easter gift.  She ended up with a really fabulous puppet turtle (wish I had a picture, but don't).  I couldn't decide whether to get her the bunny or the turtle (both were adorable) until my friend came up with the solution. Get the turtle for her and the bunny for you. Isn't that just like a friend, perfect solution!


warm boots, hat, gloves, and travel journal

Beginning to get my act together.  Have spoken to a few people who have taken this Alaskan cruise and  feel a little more 'into it'.  I even called my cell phone company and asked them if there would be any extra charges for using my iPhone in Alaska. I was told that since it was part of the US, there shouldn't be any problem. The rep did tell me that I could be charged extra if I used it outside of the US (such as Vancouver, BC) or if we are out in International waters. The way to avoid this I was told is to either turn the phone off when not in the US or put it on 'airplane mode'. She also thought that the phone may alert me to this fact.

Also today was the critique on the chess boards. They are not finished, but we had to show our work so far and explain the concept behind it. So far I have the 4 (10x10) bases made. I've rolled out the slab to start on the tiles - but 64 (2x2) tiles may take me a while.  I'll keep you updated.

Slate kids gave us hanging in kitchen


Was looking through some of my old poetry books to find a particular poem and got lost in it.  I love poetry... (now, not all poetry mind you... like all art forms, it's very subjective. Some speak to you while others don't.)  But I came across this illustration that I liked and thought I'd post it.

illustration in one of Emily Dickinson's children's poetry books

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears the human soul!

                      - Emily Dickinson