For No Particular Reason...

 A still from Preston Sturges' classic, "Sullivan's Travels." 

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Suddenly I want a white terrycloth robe to prance about in...

Very nice Lake and McCrea...very nice...

Went on Holiday to California...

...and all I came back with is this stupid picture of a Lion doorknob...

{he looks...cowardly}

Had a lovely time visiting long lost/loved family.

It was a sweet respite before the onset of classes.

Only three days left.

Bring.

It.

Tinkering Again...

{{p.s have a lover-ly day, mates...}}
{{p.p.s this is our 150th post. hurrah!}}

Him Whose only now is forever...

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope, and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring, i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

e.e.cummings