Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Marilyn ... please wait!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
OK ... I'm going to try to write a sonnet now!
Monday, May 28, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
She has won her sweet Mickey, has Marilyn MonREOW.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Time of Day: Early morning ... between 5:00 and 5:30. That's when I begin my routine of knocking everything off my mom's night table. She tries to stop me ... but I wear her down and she gets out of bed to make us breakfast.
Day of the week:Sunday's a good day. My mom and I do alot of work in the Pure White Kitty Club on Sunday and I hear from my Whitester friends.
Season of the year:Spring. The flowers are in bloom ... it's not too hot ... I love to be outside.
Holiday:Teacher Appreciation Day. I appreciate my favorite teacher ... my mom.
Beaches:Although I haven't been there, I have seen pictures of the National Seashore on Cape Cod. The sanddunes look great for rolling around!
Song: Candle in the Wind ... it's an Elton John song about Marilyn Monroe.
Talk show:Late Night with David Letterman ... I love to watch his (stupid) Pet Tricks
Movie:61 ... it's an HBO film by Billy Crystal about Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris.
Soaps: I don't watch daytime television
Fruit: I don't particularly like fruit...
Food:Anything ... cat food ... people food ... anything.
Restaurant:Legal Seafood. (I've never been there ... but I'm sure I'd like it.)
Marilyn--would you like to try this?
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Marilyn ... I really enjoyed our time together. I would have held your paw or licked your whiskers ... but I didn't want to appear too "forward". Yours--Mick
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
A poem for Marilyn...
The Progress Of Spring
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,
Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea
Wavers on her thin stem the snowdrop cold
That trembles not to kisses of the bee:
Come Spring, for now from all the dripping eaves
The spear of ice has wept itself away,
And hour by hour unfolding woodbine leaves
O'er his uncertain shadow droops the day.
She comes! The loosen'd rivulets run;
The frost-bead melts upon her golden hair;
Her mantle, slowly greening in the Sun,
Now wraps her close, now arching leaves her bar
To breaths of balmier air;
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Mom thought I looked the best!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
there is a dogwood tree by the wall. I'm sending this to you, Marilyn, so you can share in the beauty I've been seeing this spring.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Let's call this "Thoreau Thursday". This poem by Henry Thoreau is for my friend Marilyn.
from Friendship by Henry David Thoreau
...Two sturdy oaks I mean,
which side by side,
Withstand the winter's storm,
And spite of wind and tide,
Grow up the meadow's pride,
For both are strong
Above they barely touch, but undermined
Down to their deepest source,
Admiring you shall find
Their roots are intertwined