A Grand Day

To prove that I was not, in fact, angsty on my birthday, I offer this picture.


My mom and dad and my brother and I went for a drive in the hills and visited a couple of wineries. We went for a walk in the woods and had a picnic. Then we went to a vigil Mass, and then we went out to dinner with more family. Finally we came back home and had coffee and a fallen-chocolate-souffle cake. (YUM!!!) Mom and Dad, if you are reading this, thanks for a great day!

Warning: Lions Ahead

There is one of these signs near my house. I love the way the cougar looks the same in all three panels, and how they leave the last scene to your imagination. Let's go hiking!

Sonnet VII

By John Milton
On his being arrived at the age of 23.

How soon hath time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom sheweth.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear
That some more timely happy spirits indueth.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot however mean or high,
Toward which time leads me and the will of heaven.
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great taskmaster's eye.

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