We've made it through another week, and here is your picture of the day:
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| It's morning in Tampa, Florida! |
YOU'RE RIGHT! THIS IS NOT MALIBU. This is a morning in Tampa, Florida a couple of weeks ago.
It's been cloudy and murky five days in a row here at the 'Bu. I'm tired of the grey, so here's one of my vacation pics.
There's a body of water next to the office building where my son-in-law works (I got to drive him to work in the mornings while I was there).
OK, here is Malibu this morning, for the record.
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| Seems God had a repeat sign put on the Malibu section the last few days... |
I was disappointed that today 2/20 was not a day of observation for anything, particular since every other weekday was. To wit:
Monday - Presidents' Day (seems we now include guys like Fillmore, Nixon, and Benjamin Harrison in the observation now...)
Tuesday - Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday)
Wednesday - Ash Wednesday
Thursday - Start of the Lunar New Year
The best I could find was that one of Emily Dickinson's satiric poems (some commentators say that it is a send-up of overwrought love poetry) was published on this day, "Sic Transit Gloria Mundi" which I share with you here to get your weekend off on an impish note:
Sic transit gloria mundi
"How doth the busy bee"
Dum vivamus vivamus
I stay mine enemy! —
Oh veni vidi vici!
Oh caput cap-a-pie!
And oh "memento mori"
When I am far from thee
Hurrah for Peter Parley
Hurrrah for Daniel Boone
Three cheers sir, for the gentleman
Who first observed the moon —
Peter put up the sunshine!
Pattie arrange the stars
Tell Luna, tea is waiting
And call your brother Mars —
Put down the apple Adam
And come away with me
So shal't thou have a pippin
From off my Father's tree!
I climb the "Hill of Science"
I "view the Landscape o'er"
Such transcendental prospect
I ne'er beheld before! —
Unto the Legislature
My country bids me go,
I'll take my india rubbers
In case the wind should blow.
During my education
It was announced to me
That gravitation stumbling
Fell from an apple tree —
The Earth upon it's axis
Was once supposed to turn
By way of a gymnastic
In honor to the sun —
It was the brave Columbus
A sailing o'er the tide
Who notified the nations
Of where I would reside
Mortality is fatal
Gentility is fine
Rascality, heroic
Insolvency, sublime
Our Fathers being weary
Laid down on Bunker Hill
And though full many a morn'g
Yet they are sleeping still
The trumpet sir, shall wake them
In streams I see them rise
Each with a solemn musket
A marching to the skies!
A coward will remain, Sir,
Until the fight is done;
But an immortal hero
Will take his hat and run.
Good bye Sir, I am going
My country calleth me
Allow me Sir, at parting
To wipe my weeping e'e
In token of our friendship
Accept this "Bonnie Doon"
And when the hand that pluck'd it
Hath passed beyond the moon
The memory of my ashes
Will consolation be
Then farewell Tuscarora
And farewell Sir, to thee.
If you don't dig English literature, congratulations for making it this far down. This stuff is a LOT more fun to read when you have some years on you AND don't have to do it for a class.
Hoping you all come up with something to say that lasts as long as this has. Have a wonderful weekend.
Love,
Pops
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