2. February 2 was Candlemas, a beautiful feast day. (More about it here, too.)
3. February 2 was also Groundhog Day. Here's my Groundhog (the movie) Day Shrinklit. And, since it's Poetry Friday, I will also rerun the shrinklit here, to save you clicking (because clicking can be so taxing.)
Karen's Groundhog Day Shrinklit
Phil: at first, a selfish jerk
Focused on his fun and work
Women were a toy or game
Till every day became the same.
Quite suddenly, no rules apply
Steal some money, tell a lie
Nihilism's worth a spin
until despair comes crashing in
Suicide just didn't take
Surely something is at stake
Could it be that it is worth
Striving for a true rebirth?
Self improvement: worth a try?
Though all past ways it does defy?
Selflessness for its own sake?
Letting go of all that's fake?
Helping, saving, giving, tears
Authentic feelings, first in years
Letting go of all that's old
Lets in truth, releases cold
Something genuine and kind
Allows this man his best to find
Is this conversion? God at work?
Or one colossal cosmic quirk?
4. We had some things to take care of in Omaha this week, so we also hit the zoo:
|Ramona shares a moment with a gorilla.|
5. At an intersection in Omaha, I was stopped, waiting to make a right turn. The "No Right Turn on Red" sign was lit, then it went off, and I made my turn.
"No! Mommy!" said Ramona, "The sign said not to turn!"
"No," Anne-with-an-e gently corrected, "that's only when it's on. The sign wasn't lit anymore, so it's okay to make the turn now."
"Well," insisted Ramona, "it was still emotionally there."
The Poetry Friday roundup is at The Iris Chronicles.