Maxi Moo!

 

 

Maximus Teddy

 

New Little Dog

Well... we did it. Got a scruffy little matted mess at Jessamine County Humane Society. He was just pitiful! I have never seen so many fleas and matted spots. Took him straight to the groomer to be shaved. They could not save much. That is really my excuse for putting clothes on him. I thought he would be cold. You know after having a quilt on and then bare naked. I can't wait to see him grown out and cut in a true puppy cut. He is very sweet. So far no barking at all and only one little accident in the house. The first night we got him. Loves to cuddle and he is truly Roger's dog. Follows him everywhere. We decided to name him Max because my niece said he looked like Max on the Grinch. All long ears, pointy nose, skinny, and just plain pitiful and with a heart as big as Christmas! We shall see how the days go. Good for now.

I have never been hurt by what I have not said.
Calvin Coolidge

Gabriel's Branch Bank Opens

Where the Sidewalk Ends
by
Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

I love this poem and had not read it for a while. Thought I would read it and post it this week.

The Road Not Taken
by
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

McConnell's Springs

Went to McConnell Springs today for the first time. Really pretty and hard to believe it is right downtown. The 250 year old Burr Oak was unbelievable. We also stopped by Versailles Road and took a few snapshots of my Dad's grandparents old house. They have been gone for years and the house no longer is owned by anyone in the family. Wanted to take some pictures before it is torn down. Looks so different than when I was young.

An artist is never ahead of his time but most people are far behind theirs.
Edgard Varese

Found this poem on A Quiet Life blog. See attached link. I liked and thought I would post it for pondering. I need to take heed.

Write it on your heart

Write it on your heart
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