April 17th, 2007


More for National Poetry Month


I always wanted a red balloon,
It only cost a dime,
But Ma said it was risky,
They broke so quickly,
And beside, she didn't have time;
And even if she did, she didn't
Think they were worth a dime.
We lived on a farm, and I only went
To one circus and fair,
And all the balloons I ever saw
Were there.
There were yellow ones and blue ones,
But the kind I liked the best
Were red, and I don't see why
She couldn't have stopped and said
That maybe I could have one --
But she didn't -- I suppose that now
You can buy them anywheres,
And that they still sell red ones
At circuses and fairs.
I got a little money saved;
I got a little time,
I got no one to tell me how to spend my dime;
Plenty of balloons -- but somehow
There's something died inside of me,
And I don't want one -- now.
-- Jill Spargur


Snagged me a copy today of The Children of Hurin, JRR Tolkien's posthumous tale edited by his son, Christopher. Looking forward to that. Also got a replacement copy of King Leopold's Ghost, which seems unaccountably to have disappeared from my library.

Made reservations for a quickie backpacking trip to Cumberland Gap in July. After the Yellowstone trip fell through, I costed out a nine-day trip to Isle Royale, but that was $350, and I figured that might be a bit much. I figure we can do a great beginner's backpacking trek to the Gap over six days for $125. Hope to get some takers.

collinsmom said I should put together my Scouting Ministry resume after this latest award (got the Council Venturing Leadership Award Sunday). So I sat down and put down the highlights, but I'm too embarrassed to post it here or anywhere. It would look like bragging.

Today is the last official day of my spring vacation. Tomorrow, it's back to the salt mines. And I don't know what I'm preaching on Sunday.