Thursday, July 27, 2006

A Fairy in Armor

He put his acorn helmet on;
It was plumed of the silk of the thistle down;
The corslet plate that guarded his breast
Was once the wild bee's golden vest;
His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes,
Was formed of the wings of butterflies;
His shield was the shell of a lady-bug green,
Studs of gold on a ground of green;
And the quivering lance which he brandished bright,
Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in a fight.
Swift he bestrode his firefly steed;
He bared his blade of the bent-grass blue;
He drove his spurs of the cockle-seed,
And away like the glance of a thought he flew,
To skim the heavens, and follow far
The fiery trail of the rocket star.

-Joseph Rodham Drake

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Swedish is frustrating

I went to the cemetery again today. I really enjoy working there, but the computer work is driving me crazy. The inscriptions from oldest stones, there are about seven of them, are in Swedish. I am trying to translate it by using a combination of library books and the internet, but I just cannot translate several of the words. The main problem is the old stones are worn and exceptionally hard to read, so I am unsure of the spelling in many cases.

Around 1:30 the sky grew very dark, and almost a bit yellow. At first it was calm but then it started to thunder. I had visions of myself huddled in the basement as a tornado roared through town, but so far it hasn’t even rained. Just extremely dark clouds, lots of thunder and some lightning. Kind of like the Middle East. I will certainly pay attention to the situation in Israel and Lebanon. I feel sorry for Israel- they have such nasty neighbors.
And we complain about Mexico!

MSNBC’s overview of the happenings so far.

They always blame Israel.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

The babies are the sad ones- there are quite a few. Posted by Picasa

I am about 2/3 done with the cemetery. Posted by Picasa