Friday Finds…Happy Fall.

First day of fall in a new town, classes are rolling along pretty quickly, and there is a nip in the air. I realized yesterday that I don’t own enough pants, socks, and long sleeved anything. Sorry bank account, but I need to do a little shopping.

Plus, I am expecting my mother in two weeks, and a big project is due. No rest for the wicked.


A friend of mine in my classes, Rachel, posted this on her Facebook and I can’t stop laughing. I’ll never watch this movie again the same way.


Yep, so I found this and I should of bought it for the sheer 90s nostalgia. Another day…



A Ritual to Read to Each Other” by William Stafford

If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider–
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give–yes or no, or maybe–
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.


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