One thing I was seriously looking forward to at the start of this holiday was to read. I have 4 titles that I am forced to read during the break, and I was hoping to delve into a few more if time allowed. I finished my first novel yesterday morning, and started Keesny's "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" yesterday afternoon. I am only about a quarter way through, and the first thing I noticed was how graphic and gruesome the sounds of the said, "cuckoo'a nest" was. What I have come to find now that I have stayed a measly ONE NIGHT at my Nana and Papa's house, is that more and more this house is starting to resemble a psych ward all on its own. I couldn't tell you if it's the hard hearing that is causing all of the yelling, or maybe the freezing cold house temperature is causing tempers to boil over... It is a mad house here.
Little by little, I see my dream of curling up in the sun on a lounger getting closer and closer.
Yesterday, was the birthday of the pancake. My aunt, who has joked about considering food and eating her two main purposes in life, was all for indulging in home-made crepes with ice cream centers and butterscotch drizzle made from scratch. My mouth is still watering..
And today, being Robert Frost's birthday I leave any readers of this blog with a quote from one of my favorite poems that surely will be recognized:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Take from this poem what you will, as I believe there is no set analysis for any poem. Each person may interpret an underlying message differently than the person beside them, and therefore should embrace their thoughts and feelings.
All for now,
Aimee OC
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