I took this video on my phone when the J's were visiting, which is why the quality is so bad. But since I am cleaning up my computer files I figured I would put it up here.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
A Psalm of Life
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but and empty dream! --
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
but to act, that each tomorrow
Finds us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe're pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, -act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'rehead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time.
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Ah, nothing like a favorite poem to bring perspective on a rainy day
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but and empty dream! --
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
but to act, that each tomorrow
Finds us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe're pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, -act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'rehead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time.
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Ah, nothing like a favorite poem to bring perspective on a rainy day
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Phew!
I will admit quiet fervently that I am not a quilter...at all. However I do have a firm belief that I should be able to figure out how to do most things and do them better than the average person. After finishing J's blanket I started one for baby C which I finished last night.
I am pleased that it does match the owl themed baby stuff J and I looked at. Target and J are apparently on the same wavelength.
I am pleased that it does match the owl themed baby stuff J and I looked at. Target and J are apparently on the same wavelength.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Barn Fest
Chaos becomes something closer to order, but not quite.
Last week was the long anticipated cleaning on the barns (Phase 1, phase 2 may take a couple years and they will probably be full again but this was progress).
As the piles grow...we are going to need a dumpster!
You could not even see the floors before.
Last week was the long anticipated cleaning on the barns (Phase 1, phase 2 may take a couple years and they will probably be full again but this was progress).
As the piles grow...we are going to need a dumpster!
You could not even see the floors before.
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