Thank you, Nancy -- a good reminder!
Have a happy day.
CC
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
Thank you, Nancy -- a good reminder!
Have a happy day.
CC
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
I know why you are here.
You say nothing, and that is good, because I want neither praise nor condemnation. Your silence is companionable. You know there's a time to speak, a time to be silent. Your presence comforts me when, on the other hand, well-meaning friends and family have irritated me with their intended comfort.
Is your name Solomon?
i seem to remember that she was not ever dfd even though she was present at the fateful meal, but i don't remember where i saw that.
it seemed like they specifically targeted raymond, but cynthia was left alone.. i tried searching jwn, but the search feature seems to be not working.. also tried googling the answer, but to no avail..
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
You're welcome, Xanthippe!
If not a deliberate remake, certainly close thematically. Some reviewer said of the last remake of "The Invasion of the Body Snatchers" -- "The Invasion," with Nicole Kidman and Daniel Craig -- "ENOUGH!"
Hello, Nancy!
What's rotten in Denmark has invaded the entire world!
Thanks.
CoCo
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
Thank you, Xanthippe, for posting.
Yes, Hamlet was speaking to Horatio. My use of poetic license had me putting the apologies-to-Shakespeare quotation within single quotation marks rather than the usual doubles. I always wanted to recite those words to a know-it-all JW.
I saw "Meet Joe Black," and was smitten with his co-star, Claire Forlani. It is a remake, I believe, of "Death Takes a Holiday," starring Fredric March.
I am sorry you lost your husband. My condolences to you and yours.
Best wishes.
CoCo
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
Thank you, Millie210!
So nice to hear from you.
Peace and love . . .
CC
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
I know why you are here; you are at my door today in an effort to save me from myself, from the devil, from the world.
I tell you that I am at peace with both myself and the world.
I do not believe in the devil; therefore, how can he influence or possess me?
Of course, you have been trained to rebut tough nuts like me, but I am content with my life as it stands, without the necessary salvation you enjoin upon me.
'There are more things in heaven and earth, dear preacher, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.'
Hamlet (1.5.167-8)
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
Yes, MissFit -- could very well be! Thanks for your post.
Power's about to go off for the day, so gotta rush!
Love,
CC
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
That's a good one, Rip!
I love how you can find those old episodes of TZ online. The old lady was Gladys Cooper, who also starred in "The Night Caller" (I'm guessing that title).
Thanks for the cool reminder!
. . . faster than you can say . . .
CoCo
i was expecting you, but not so early in the day.. i saw you walk up to my neighbor fred's house last week while i was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy.
today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else?
-- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee.
I was expecting you, but not so early in the day.
I saw you walk up to my neighbor Fred's house last week while I was out getting the newspaper, once again tossed into the bushes by a careless newspaper boy. Today, it's the usual routine of rising at dawn, fetching the paper from the bushes -- where else? -- and settling into my comfy, tattered wing back with the first of several cups of coffee. Feeling out of sorts lately, I dig into the news, bad as it always is, to take my mind off myself and those niggling worries that tend to skewer my body and brain and then hang me out to dry all twisted and messed up inside.
From recent conversations with Fred, I knew he was on a downward slide both mentally and physically. He was resigned that he'd be seeing you soon -- in a sense relieved that you'd be making a call. After the two of you left Fred's house, there was a lot of wailing going on inside. Yet, I was happy for him. I'll sure miss Fred -- he was a good man.
My mind is back to the news after my bittersweet reminiscing, and the gradual brightening of a new day is, somehow, reversed; the clock appears to set itself back as my doorstep darkens. Baffled, but with a certain expectation, I rise from my chair and move toward the front door. It is you, Fred's visitor from last week. Normally, a person would expect you to be dressed in black and pulling a long and somber face. No, a smiling and gentle face, an unspoken assurance that all is well and forever shall be.
As I walk out my door, I glance back and see myself asleep in the old, tattered wing back. I leave the old and familiar as the sun rises on a new and promising day . . .
Good to see you, Fred.