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shiredancerHad a very close call on the freeway yesterday. Stupid flatbed truck dumped a camper shell off, ahead of me and one lane over to the right. You know how things can sometimes go right into slow motion? It was like that, so that I watched it slowly bounce and shatter, and a spray of glass shards seemed to envelope my car; yet I had time to flinch, and squeeze my eyes shut, and still ease over, pacing the camper shell as it bounced, and I was able to squeak right past. In the rearview mirror I watched traffic pile up behind me as the shell settled in my lane where I had just been. Crawled off at my exit, trembling for awhile -- that kind of thing really shakes me up. Not too long ago something similar happened with a ladder falling off in front of me, again with happy results. Now I'm nervous about when the third time will happen.
Maybe that's why I've been fairly quiet the last couple of days -- residual effects.
On a happier note, today was my Little One's tenth birthday. Double digits -- whoot! She's been so excited about it. She just told a little girl who has entered kindergarten, "Hang onto it. From now on your life is going to fly!" Hee. Words from the wise 5th grader. We went to the Moroccan restuarant to celebrate, and danced with the belly dancer, my good friend who managed to get the whole restaurant up and dancing, including the waiter and waitress, and my husband. A total blast; one of the most fun places we know. Maybe I'll have my 50th there. Hey, not for a couple of years still!
In hobbit fashion, my daughter has a birthday gift to give: two poems. I asked her if I could post them, and she was fine with that, but she would object if she knew it was hobbit tradition: she is totally crushing on Legolas and could care less about hobbits. Go figure.
I think my daughter is going to write better than I could ever dream of. She wrote these sort of prose poems last weekend, and has decided, at least for this week, that she shall be a poet when she grows up. All spelling, grammar, and punctuation entirely hers; copied verbatim:
Trick or Treat
Once, every year, the witches and ghouls come out to celebrate their surprise. The wind howls and playfully whips the trees with their lashes of impatience. Every thing is so still, so quiet, just waiting for that final stroke of darkness to befall them. Shadows of little witches and warlocks dance across the dank, dark, street. A dong, a ding and every bag fills with mouth watering surprises. From crispy sweets to luscious caramel apples, every child's bag fills plentifully with sweet surprises. Doors creak, skeletons rattle, and orange jackolanterns playfully smile at the moon. Way up high in the sky stars and planets witness this spectacular sight. Over looking it all, way up high on a mountain peak a wolf, grinning at the moon lets out a howl that echoes through the night. Down below tired trick-or-treaters settle down in their nice cozy beds, full to bursting from all the scrumptious treats they ate. Then all night long, they dream about witches and warlocks while not hearing the rattle of the window!...
Pumpkin Patch
Loose straw strewn across an earth floor. Children in bright orange colors run around, their shadows flaying behind them, dust dancing gleefully in their midst. Ears wakening to joyous country music, it's notes ringing through the air. Big, broad and proud, full orange pumpkins wait to be picked, standing perfectly in an array of green vines. Bright green and yellow ears of corn make up a big, beautiful maze where people skip around alert on finding an exit. Red, orange, and yellow leaves seem to be enjoying this event too as they sway to and fro in the breeze. The wind seems to whisper through the ears of corn, "Don't you smell the tasty corn or the spectacular crispness in the air, or those beautiful orange pumpkins?" The booths wich have all the biggest fall pleasures you could possibly think of! And when the sun goes down, evening falls and everyone goes home with a big pumpkin to carve into a happy jackolantern. But the pumpkin feast never ends!
Maybe that's why I've been fairly quiet the last couple of days -- residual effects.
On a happier note, today was my Little One's tenth birthday. Double digits -- whoot! She's been so excited about it. She just told a little girl who has entered kindergarten, "Hang onto it. From now on your life is going to fly!" Hee. Words from the wise 5th grader. We went to the Moroccan restuarant to celebrate, and danced with the belly dancer, my good friend who managed to get the whole restaurant up and dancing, including the waiter and waitress, and my husband. A total blast; one of the most fun places we know. Maybe I'll have my 50th there. Hey, not for a couple of years still!
In hobbit fashion, my daughter has a birthday gift to give: two poems. I asked her if I could post them, and she was fine with that, but she would object if she knew it was hobbit tradition: she is totally crushing on Legolas and could care less about hobbits. Go figure.
I think my daughter is going to write better than I could ever dream of. She wrote these sort of prose poems last weekend, and has decided, at least for this week, that she shall be a poet when she grows up. All spelling, grammar, and punctuation entirely hers; copied verbatim:
Once, every year, the witches and ghouls come out to celebrate their surprise. The wind howls and playfully whips the trees with their lashes of impatience. Every thing is so still, so quiet, just waiting for that final stroke of darkness to befall them. Shadows of little witches and warlocks dance across the dank, dark, street. A dong, a ding and every bag fills with mouth watering surprises. From crispy sweets to luscious caramel apples, every child's bag fills plentifully with sweet surprises. Doors creak, skeletons rattle, and orange jackolanterns playfully smile at the moon. Way up high in the sky stars and planets witness this spectacular sight. Over looking it all, way up high on a mountain peak a wolf, grinning at the moon lets out a howl that echoes through the night. Down below tired trick-or-treaters settle down in their nice cozy beds, full to bursting from all the scrumptious treats they ate. Then all night long, they dream about witches and warlocks while not hearing the rattle of the window!...
Loose straw strewn across an earth floor. Children in bright orange colors run around, their shadows flaying behind them, dust dancing gleefully in their midst. Ears wakening to joyous country music, it's notes ringing through the air. Big, broad and proud, full orange pumpkins wait to be picked, standing perfectly in an array of green vines. Bright green and yellow ears of corn make up a big, beautiful maze where people skip around alert on finding an exit. Red, orange, and yellow leaves seem to be enjoying this event too as they sway to and fro in the breeze. The wind seems to whisper through the ears of corn, "Don't you smell the tasty corn or the spectacular crispness in the air, or those beautiful orange pumpkins?" The booths wich have all the biggest fall pleasures you could possibly think of! And when the sun goes down, evening falls and everyone goes home with a big pumpkin to carve into a happy jackolantern. But the pumpkin feast never ends!
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((((Sally))))
Date: October 10th, 2002 12:10 am (UTC)Yay for creative children.
Yay for birthday belly-dancing.
Yay for being alive.
Love you!
C
Wow Sally
Date: October 10th, 2002 12:50 am (UTC)Your daughter writes beautifully! Those are wonderful poems. Happy birthday to her!