1. If pictures are picture perfect, then poetry is the warts and all truth.
2. “Dance is poetry of the foot,” said John Dryden. It’s proven HERE.
3. Read a fascinating account of how New York author Dorothy Parker’s ashes came to rest at the NAACP in Baltimore HERE.
4. Parker’s self-composed epitaph: “Excuse my dust.”
5. My dad’s epitaph is going to be hard to beat. It reads “I’ll see you in apple blossom time.”
6. I was well into my adulthood and living in the country before I discovered that “a possum” is actually “an opossum.”
7. Virginia opossum was the first animal to be named an opossum; usage of the name was published in 1610. The word opossum was borrowed from the Virginia Algonquian (Powhattan) language in the form aposoum and ultimately derives from the Prot-Algonquain word *wa˙p- aʔθemw, meaning “white dog” or “white beast/ animal”. Opossums probably diverged from the basic South American marsupials in the late Cretaceous or early Paleocene. ~ Wikipedia
8. Best line seen on Facebook this week – Irony: the opposite of Wrinkly.
9. I have a mental block on the Spiderman song. Every week I babysit Bryce he teaches me the song, but by the next week I’ve forgotten it. Joe has no trouble, though. Listen HERE.
10. At what point does a venture become an adventure?
11. Today I found myself wondering if it was okay to feed chickens parts of their own eggs as table-scraps?
12. You know how people who open businesses like to frame the first dollar they make? We just got six chickens and within the first day they laid three eggs, which, since I can’t frame, I’ve been photographing.
13. Alfred Hitchock’s epitaph: I’m in on a plot.
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