Back in February, we took a trip to visit a new friend
Living on the shore of a large inland lake.
Some boats were marooned in the harbour
And people strolled out onto the frozen lake
To enjoy the view.
I felt all buoyed up
By the dazzling snow and sunlight.
Just as we were leaving,
The sun made a glorious spectacle of itself
Casting a golden glow over this winter’s tale.
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Nothing much has been happening,
But as I look back at some summer memories
I realize that moments when we have taken the time to pause,
To enjoy, to reflect and to learn —
These are the moments that make up our lives.
Life is for learning – but one’s learning must then be lived. Yusuf/Cat Stevens
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It’s a badly-kept secret that I’m terrified of wasps.
My usual tactic is to try and stop their hearts by screaming loudly and piercingly.
A while back, I found myself in a great seaside café, when a certain someone said, “Don’t scream, but there’s a wasp on the table.”
I can cope with that as long as it’s not buzzing near me.
However, the very next moment, someone flicked the wasp away from the table so that it ricocheted off my forehead with the horrible force of a rubber ball. With a sting.
I leapt up, did a mad dance, and I might have let out a high squawk of some sort.
I’m not sure, but when I came to my senses, I realized that everyone in the restaurant was staring at me.
The anklebiters had taken refuge under the table.
And the guests nearest us switched tables in order to move away from the mad woman.
I don’t blame them… I wanted to get away from me her too…
I’m not sure why, but my kids say they find me embarrassing!
By the way, no wasps were harmed in the writing of this article…
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