"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

a message for all the days...

(On this cold, cold New Year's eve as my DSL service moves along like a snail on Prozac --I stole that outright from Eva Shaw--my annual year-end chore is interrupted by an avalanche of memories. I am catching up on at least three month's worth of filing, and after that I will purge my filing cabinet of 2008 papers to make room for the plethora of 2009 papers that will come my way. I could not let this evening pass without extending a message to you all, so see below. Cheers, my friends...)Don't miss the thick, black horizontal line on the left that indicates this temperature is below zero...



Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Never. How could I? I keep them in my heart where they stay warm and toasty on a night that’s 22 degrees below zero..

and never brought to mind,

Every day I thank them for being in my life. They are a part of me as surely as my hands and feet and head are a part of me. I leave a part of myself with every person I meet, and take a part of them with me.

should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Without them, and one in particular, I would not be here writing this. I would not be writing at all.

for the sake of auld lang syne.

On these cold, cold nights in Alaska, when I stuff the woodstove with spruce and birch, and drink mugs of Mint Chocolate Truffle hot chocolate, I think back on a year filled with adventure and the company of good friends.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syng,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.



And there’s a hand my trusty friend!

Let me help you with that. It’s the least I can do.

and give us a hand o’ thine!

I will never forget the hands extended to me as my husband fought Alzheimer’s for seven years, nor the hands that helped me stand up in the aftermath.

and we’ll take a right good-will draught,

We’re all in this together, aren’t we?

for auld lang syne.

Remember. Always, remember: “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away.”--Anonymous


Love and hugs from Gullible and Pablo the parrot, who currently is locked in his cage because our temporary house guest Koa, a large dog of perhaps husky and German shepherd lineage, with some giraffe mixed in to account those those stupendously long legs, wants to have Pablo for a snack.

2 comments:

  1. You really are the "gift that keeps on giving," in the most excellent sense of that phrase.

    My own personal Alaska muse.

    How did I get so lucky? :)

    2009 is our year, Gully.

    p.s. I'll bet Pablo is TPO with KOA.

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  2. Remember. Always, remember: “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away.”--Anonymous

    And that is my reaction to your writing. Thanks for being a part or my life, even if it is over the cyber waves.

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