More Auden Please

Please welcome back to the Home of the Lazy Dog... W.H. Auden, everybody. Very nice to see you again, Mr. Auden. May I call you Wystan Hugh? No? Very well, then. Let's get on with the show. Reading Epitaph on a Tyrant certainly calls to mind political figures throughout time but it also shows that for everything that we do there is a consequence. Our actions affect those around us, which in turn, affect those around them. Or something like that. Anyway, this poem also reminds me of what I'm like when I don't get enough sleep and what WD is like when he doesn't get enough food. And when those 2 things happen in one week, look out. It's been one of those weeks hasn't it WD?

Epitaph of a Tyrant by W.H. Auden

Love Is A Fickle Thing

My dearest Sidney,
I just had to put permanent marker to rock and let the world know that I love you. But not 4ever. Not always. Oh, no, our love will end. I just don't know when. Tomorrow? Next month? In 2012? Don't get your hopes up, girlfriend. Live in the moment.
Temporarily yours,
David

We drove up to Mt. Nebo a couple of weeks ago, intent on doing some hiking, but the weather was not very cooperative. It was extremely foggy so I didn't take as many pictures as I would have liked. But I just had to take the picture (above) of some of the graffiti found on top of the mountain. I thought it was hilarious. WD? Not so much. The gift shop was nice and was being visited by an old world Santa. I thought he looked an awful lot like Albus Dumbledore and I resisted the urge to ask him to explain Elder wands and Horcruxes. Maybe, when I drop Big pup off at school, I'll just ask one of the kids there to explain it to me.

Alphabet

Big pup made this in school last week. I had to ask him what each picture was because, well, they all looked like pictures of dogs or cats to me.

A-airplane
B-book, baby
C-cat
D-dog
E-egg
F-four
G-girl
H-hand
I-igloo
J-jar of jam
K-cast
L-upside down legs
M-man
N-nest
O-one
P-people
Q-
R-race car
S-scribble
T-two, three, tower
U-umbrella
V-vase
W-water, whale
X-x ray
Y-yarn
Z-z, zero

Sick Again

After both pups having colds over the weekend, Little pup now has pinkeye. Since I took this picture, it has spread to his left eye too. He looks pretty rough. He's been waking up every hour crying because he can't open his eyes, so I'll get a warm washcloth for him and he'll go back to sleep. Wait. Did someone say sleep? What's that and where can I get some?

Dear Driver Of The #1 Bass Pro Shop Chevrolet

Before each race, the drivers do a lap in the back of a truck, waving to all the fans. All the fans wave back. That's nice. And when Jeff Gordon makes his way around the track, you can hear a wave of boos. That's nice, too. At least he waves. At least he acknowledges the thousands of people who paid a lot of money to come and experience a nascar race.

I'm looking at you, Martin Truex Jr. Could you, maybe, for 2 minutes act like you appreciate the fans? Give us all a little wave to say thanks for the support? I know that it's probably your least favorite thing to do but do you think that I wanted to spend all night baking cookies for Big pup's fall festival at school? No. I did not. But I did. Because that's my job. And the fall festival would not have been the same without my mexican wedding cookies. So you see, Martin, we all have our bad days. But if you wave, we will all wave back.

Countdown to Daytona: 9 weeks.

Paris

This is the story of 2 young girls who both dreamed of escaping their small, working class town. And while both were desperate to get out, the paths they chose to take were very different. Only one succeeded.

This is Carolyn Forche's As Children Together

Proofreaders Needed

Should I be worried that the school that spells Santa Claus with an e is the same school that's teaching Big pup how to read and spell?