Today, I am making a concerted effort to sit on my ass and not do one damn thing. Not one thing.
Today, I am snubbing normal convention. I'm not going to look for a job. I'm not going to call the credit card company. I'm not going to worry about anything. Today, I am going to do exactly what I want to do. That might mean sitting in my pajamas all day. That might mean driving around the farms outside the city. That might mean picking my nose.
I can do this, can't I? Aren't we all allowed these little respites? I think so. Now, some pictures for viewing pleasures.
Here is a picture Michael took, along with a backwards 'F'. The 'F' is from a print shop. My dad picked it up in the sixties, I think. It stands for...you guessed it...FRITZ.
Here we have Delilah and Claudia Buttons basking in the sun. Yeah, that's about right, kittykat.
Name: Fritz
Location: Detroit Rock City!
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"