Sunday, July 3, 2011

This Day

I hear Bonnie Raitt singing . . . "Let's give 'em something to talk about. A little mystery to figure out. . ." I cannot sing well, it's true, but I sincerely say to you, Life always gives us something to write about. How about this?


A little wooly mammoth from a box of something chocolatey. How do I know? 'Cause it still smells of chocolate. I've had it for I-don't-know-how-long now--still in the little clear wrap. Smears and daubs  still cling to the cast off cover. 

A little plastic toy? Who have I been saving it for? Why me, of course. This is the day it was meant to be opened. And played with.


This is the calendar I see from bed when I need to know the date. I'm three twenty-four hour spans late with the page-turning onto July. This is the day I remembered. I needed this page on this night. I needed the glow of the light that shines from a "Shabbat Window" so bright.


Today is the day I remembered to write . . . A note to go with the gift I'll  soon post with delight . . . 

These three things share one thing in common: This day, that has turned to night. Still, and all, I have miles of words to pen, before my day will end.

Goodnight dear friends. 
It's time to pick up my pen 
again . . . 
And 
write on!

Sincerely sincerely,

This Limner
P.S. If I owe you a letter, hang on. Mail is on the way. 






4 comments:

  1. Oh how wonderful a letter will soon be in the mail to me as I dance with joy !!!!

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  2. I love the line, "Miles of words to pen, before my day will end." How lovely! Your posts are always a treat to read. =)

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  3. LOL phonelady61. It's short-writ for sure, but yes, there's mail for you. I love your letters, and I owe you one.

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  4. Thank you dear Pen Thief. I'm appreciate your comments. Keep an eye on your mail box. My mail bag overflows.

    I treasure your words that come to me disguised as letters. :D

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