I think I have a touch of spring fever! I so, so , so (100 more "so's) want some warmth to appear in the air. It has been clear-skies enough, though, for the kids and I to jump on our bikes, which I have come to love. Even Bella likes it.
And I know that a lot of people out there like and enjoy the science fair...however, every year I have a struggle with liking it. When I was little I remember doing some project with a very large battery, I think my dad shocked me on purpose...maybe I have paired the shock with the science fair like in classical conditioning...or was that operant conditioning....hmmm.
Matthew is enjoying basketball, especially being with good friends and watching Jimmer Fridett (sp?) with his dad and grandpa. That guy really is amazing.
Also we are holding our breath as Lance learns his fate for "matching" with an oral surgery program. We hope they make it to a great school that is fun to visit. We love San Fran, but are ready for a little change. We hope they get to visit in March.
MAYBE ALONE ON MY BIKE
I listen, and the mountain lakes
hear snowflakes come on those winter wings
only the owls are awake to see,
their radar gaze and furred ears
alert. In that stillness a meaning shakes;
And I have thought (maybe alone
on my bike, quaintly on a cold
evening pedaling home), Think!--
the splendor of our life, its current unknown
as those mountains, the scene no one sees.
O citizens of our great amnesty:
we might have died. We live. Marvels
coast by, great veers and swoops of air
so bright the lamps waver in tears,
and I hear in the chain a chuckle I like to hear.
William Stafford
I listen, and the mountain lakes
hear snowflakes come on those winter wings
only the owls are awake to see,
their radar gaze and furred ears
alert. In that stillness a meaning shakes;
And I have thought (maybe alone
on my bike, quaintly on a cold
evening pedaling home), Think!--
the splendor of our life, its current unknown
as those mountains, the scene no one sees.
O citizens of our great amnesty:
we might have died. We live. Marvels
coast by, great veers and swoops of air
so bright the lamps waver in tears,
and I hear in the chain a chuckle I like to hear.
William Stafford
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