And I wonder how many are bought by men who realize that it's the evening of February 13, and that, if they don't act, tomorrow is Armageddon?
It's said though, that the tradition of Valentine's Day predates Hallmark by 1500 years or so.
I'm not sure I buy that.
Yes, they found it, yes they did,
and the whole world made a fuss
when Indy Jones pried the lid
off that old sarcophagus.
You should have heard the oohs and ahs
(and the sneezes; it was dusty),
though the smell did give them pause,
something rather worse than musty.
Paradigms were bent and shifted,
staid assumptions had been felled,
intriguing questions now were lifted
as the digging team beheld
the mummy's hand still holding hard
to a Get Well Hallmark card.
This poem first appeared as a comment to Paul Byerly's post Show Your Love Daily on his wonderful Christian marriage blog, The Generous Husband.
As for other things, well, not so hot. Even a whisper is close to impossible, it's mighty hard to breathe, and moving really hurts, like...everywhere.
ASL is really coming into its own.
And I have learned to 'sing' I Feel Pretty in sign language.
It's funny, things are just so bad (and a lot of it in a physically nasty way, if you get my drift), and I'm happier that I can ever remember being in my life.
Isn't that odd?
Or, Isn't that God!
Music from Petula Clark, with...wait for it A Sign of the Times.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.