Notebook
For a while I didn't know what to call this; maybe I'm still not sure. It's not a diary. It's not a blog. It's not a column. Words, ideas, images worth keeping. Stories that might not have happened, but are true nonetheless. In any case, here's some stuff I like. Perhaps you'll like it, too.
Archive
Sunday, 28 October 2007
posted at 10:07
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Friday, 19 October 2007
Up in the country reading Maurice Sendak, and so craving chicken soup with rice. Followed Elaine's recipe, which I couldn't possibly divulge except to say you use spring water to get a sweet, clear broth. Two nights' work, but worth it, and so I can dance around like Really Rosie...
posted at 15:16
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Wednesday, 10 October 2007
My son, who is seven, has long been a fan of Shel Silverstein -- as am I. We were reading Where The Sidewalk Ends the other night, and came across this, which I remembered loving, and loved all over again...
Listen to the MUSTN'TS child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me -
Anything can happen, child
ANYTHING can be.
Listen to the MUSTN'TS child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me -
Anything can happen, child
ANYTHING can be.
posted at 15:18
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