Sunday, May 29, 2005
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunday, May 22, 2005
My date was handsome, charming, attentive, interested in the surroundings and in being with me. His company made for a lovely, relaxing hour that kept me nearly fully distracted from the muggy warm rain and terrible onslaught of mosquitoes as we explored the bog together.
I was so enamored of him, in fact, that I took him home with me and gave him a thorough, languid full-body rubdown which pleased us both immensely. He is lying spent on my bed while I head off to take a shower. His tail is too relaxed to thump and so is mine.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
- Walt Whitman