This is where I say something funny and clever, right? Oops.What would you like to know?
I think Dr. Who is an absolutely glorious show. Yep, that’s all. Glorious.
There are days when I question the path I chose for my life. But I when I do, I can never figure out what would have been a better one.
So I wrote a little sappy psuedopoem, which you can read here: http://houseofblueroses.blogspot.com/2012/02/daily-write-valentine-flowers.html
If you can’t guess, yeah, this little poem is about my dad. Last week, I ran into a nearby grocery store and the first thing I passed was all the candy that was lined up at the front door. My first reaction was not understanding why the huge push to sell candy. Then a huge smile came across my face. It was a week until Valentine’s! And within a matter of moments, I was sad. That day no longer held any type of joy for me any more.
It was going to be another day. No cards, no candy, no special plans. Just Tuesday. I have never felt mopey like this before. But I wallowed in that feeling for a few hours. Later that night, walking to my car, I remembered how I got flowers from my father every Valentine’s. They would be delivered to my school with a single balloon. No one else got flowers in class, except for me. I was the special girl that day. Even in high school, my dad would buy flowers for me and have them on the kitchen table, next to mom’s and my sister’s.
I don’t get flowers now. But it doesn’t matter. I know that things have not changed. I’m still the special girl in the class, even without the candy and dinner plans. My father made sure that I knew that.
A child said to me What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands.
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
-Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass