Walk Like A Zomby

Ok ... that is it ... i am never doing laundry again ... ... lol ... ok maybe not that extreme, but seriously! It has got to be a crime to have someone with a leg as good as broken running up and down four flights of stairs just to do laundry, and I had to do it four times! I am pretty much collapsed on my bed now and my legs haven't moved--I'm afraid to try them lol. O sweet love of my life, come carry me away from this place ... hmm, lol perhaps I'll have to kiss more frogs for that :0) Speaking of which, I learned some years ago that the princess never actually kissed the frog in the original story. Actually she was quite mean to the poor little frog, but he still became a prince. Interesting, no?
In other news, I went out to Bertuchi's--and yes I had to look up the spelling for that one--with one of my profs and her family. they were celebrating My friend Running Slippers's birthday and he invited me along. He was technically in my class, but I am graduating a bit later than everyone else from that year. It actually took us a while to get there because we stopped at an art show first, but we got there eventually and now I have more variety in my fridge tee hee. After we got back we played MASH with my prof's twin girls and had cake and just generally had fun. I love hanging out with my profs' families because it is nice to see them in a more natural context. The girls tell me I am funny because I can make silly animal noises, and they are picking up a few from me ... o dear. This is always the trouble with letting me hang out with kids lol.
I am very glad I had something to do tonight because now maybe I'll fall asleep and stay that way for more than two hours. we'll see.
hmm, my legs are still sore and I still have to go and take my clothes out of the drier. I can do this, I will walk back down and up those stairs even if it kills me! ... I really hope it doesn't kill me. there are so many things I want to be able to do first.
ah well, if I am not heard from before the end of tomorrow, send someone out to find me hahahaha lol.
hope your night is less painful, less full of mosquitoes and twice as much fun as mine was. toodles!

frogs

It really is too bad that most fairytales portray frogs as being slimy disreputable creatures. If you think about it, the frog prince doesn't really teach children to like frogs. Be nice to frogs in case one is a prince maybe, but the princess in the original story was quite mean to the poor little frog. Frogs are quite beautiful actually, and there's so many different kinds with such interesting names. there's one called a growling frog. who ever thought frogs could growl. unfortunately most of the pritty one's are poisonous, and all frogs are slimy. maybe there's some hint there, but for my part, i rather like frogs.

"But of course you'll eat me," said the ladybug.

"Not at all," mumbled the frog.
"Come again?" The ladybug took a tentative step forward.
The frog yawned.

"You know, you're quite beautiful in this light."

The ladybug blushed.

"Do you really think so?" But the ladybug would never know, and the frog certainly wasn't talking.

tee hee

summer nights

I have always loved night. Not that I particularly prefer it to day, but there’s something about the hours of darkness; the time between fading twilight, velvet blackness and the unveiling of don. Night seems poetic and magical some how; certainly the poets thought so, However, I realize there are many poems also about the day and things that only happen during the day time, but I particularly love the night and all its mysteries. For example, how midnight is called “the witching hour,” or how it is said that nothing good comes from a call between 2 and 4 a.m. However 3 a.m. is also called “the hour of magic.” I have always liked a good mystery, and night with its noises, animals and goings on all under the cover of darkness is a mystery.

If I had to pick a season, in which I liked night best, I would be stumped. However there is something to be said about a summer night. Even when I was young, I would tell people that I would most like to be out at night during a fog. It’s something about the warm dark closeness that makes me feel as though I’m floating.

Then there are the sounds. The sounds of summer are unique. Certainly they are different from one part of the world to the next, but they are all similar in a way and unique as a whole. Sounds of course are something I pay special attention to. The chirp of frogs; the ever unanswered question of the owl on his nightly hunt; the crickets like tiny bells; louder and faster, more persistent as the night grows hotter and stickier. There is the shushing of trees as the wind yawns; the musical lilt of chimes, as they carry unseen from someone’s porch through the darkness; and then the soft tinkle of birds, as they begin their day.