Stuff
You never realize how much stuff you have until you have to move it! I went through so many boxes and found papers from my childhood. This is all stuff that I will never use. I have plates, dolls, books and magazines covering the English Royal Family. I have Polish pottery that means so much to me. I have a sewing machine, cutting table and sewing cabinet that I would love to keep. But here is the thing, I can't keep any of it. I weep for my things and my life. But getting rid of things can be freeing! Things weigh you down. They keep your rooted in one place. I have a wondering soul! I want to go out and see the world.
The Night that I Painted the Sky
I came from the north
Escaping convention
Modern invention that won't let me be
To the shores of St. Martin
With my fiction addiction
To restart the fire
A dreamer's remedy
Independence Day
And all I remember
Was a midnight rainbow
That fell from the sky
As I stand on the beach
I slowly surrender
To the child in me
That can't say goodbye
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
Oh I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
I dug in the sand
Like a boy on a mission
And there in my hands
A pyro's delight
If un bombadier
A night time magician
I sparked the sky
As the rockets fly from view
The rockets in the air
And the people everywhere
Put away their differences for a while
es I am still a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Oh the mortars they roar
In anticipation
Proceeding the sigh
Of the uplifted eyes
It showers us all
In sulfuric sensation
The colors shine
And a fiery rhyme tonight
The rockets in the air (Ooooh...)
And the people everywhere
Won't you put away your differences for a while
I am but a child
When it comes to something wild
Oh that was the night
That was the night
Oh that was the night
I painted the sky
Painted the sky
Painted the sky
-- Jimmy Buffett
posted by Marquise at
7:53 AM
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All this advice from the woman who married "The Dave." Listen to her, for she is wise!
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Professor Bacher, at
June 13, 2006 11:29 PM
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