Happy birthday to Charlotte Brönte.
If you were still with us, I would thank you for Jane Eyre. She will always be my favorite little, plain heroine. I will always be grateful for her quiet strength, and a little annoyed that St. John was so mean to her.
I wish you had stayed around longer to write more for us, but none of you Brönte sisters were with us for long.
Thanks for all the lovely words!
PS The US Google doesn’t have the Doodle. Only UK Google.
Come and get me
You are letting me get away
Where you won’t be able to reach me
And pull me back to your side
You say I’m always in you
I can’t ever be lost, not really
You don’t have to search for me
You always know where I am.
But come and get me
I’m getting too far from you
If you don’t catch me again
I might slip between your fingers.
You say that there’s no need to
You think I worry too much.
I’m not going anywhere
Maybe you’re too sure of that.
Because there’s only so much
Not talking that I can do
Because there’s only so much silence
One heart and mind can understand.
Please come and get me
I’m getting too far from you
If you don’t catch me again
I might slip between your fingers.
Once it gets to a certain point
I don’t know if I’ll turn around.
I’ll float, I’ll drift, I’ll fly
Going, going, gone away.
So I hope that you will do the same for the rest of your lives. When things are going sweetly and peacefully, please pause a moment, and then say out loud, “If this isn’t nice, what is?”
–Kurt Vonnegut
Brats and chicken BBQ’ed by someone else.
Sitting outside in the sun with friends, drinking some hoppy beverages on Easter Sunday.
Watching the Blazer game. Well, I’m not. I’m writing this.
Dante is the only sad one here. No one will play chase the laser pointer with him.
I know the best people.
If this isn’t nice, what is?
Happy Easter everybody.
