I think the only word to describe my present state is...tired.  Make that very tired.  A rough night, and a rather rough day, are the most likely culprits.  Seton might have had a hand in it as well...  However, I managed to complete all the work assigned from the taskmas- I mean, lessons plans, and bake date squares without burning down the house ( Read more... )

Will Ye No Come Back Again?

Bonnie Chairlie's noo awa',

Safely ower the friendly main;

Mony a heart will break in twa',

Should he ne'er come back again.

Chorus:

Will ye no come back again?

Will ye no come back again?

Better lo'ed ye canna be,

Will ye no come back again?

Ye trusted in your Hielan' men,

They trusted you dear Chairlie.
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I was searching through the basement last night, studying our various shelves of books. There's everything down in that basement, from how economics shaped the location of housing in London, to the philosophy of playing a violin. There was a very old book on one of the shelves and when I took it out, I saw it was the New Testament. On the first ( Read more... )

My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,

Thinks these dark days of autumn rain

Are beautiful as days can be;

She loves the bare, the withered tree;

She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.

She talks and I am fain to list:

She's glad the birds are gone away,

She's glad her simple worsted grady
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"Halcyons are especially remarkable for this- the seas and those who sail them know the days when they breed. The bird itself is a little larger than a sparrow, sea-blue in color and reddish on the underside, with white feathers in the neck, and a long slender beak... They breed at midwinter, on what are called "Halcyon days", during which the sea ( Read more... )