The name of my blog is the nick name that my cousin used to call me when we were young. He is the example of courage, optimism, perseverance, hope, and good disposition. He influenced my life and taught me so many things!
Monday, March 4, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Please..... NO MORE!
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Snowflakes
by Linda A. Copp
Snowflakes spill from heaven's hand
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
A veil of wonder laced in light
Falling Gently on a winters night.
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
A veil of wonder laced in light
Falling Gently on a winters night.
Graceful beauty raining down
Giving magic to the lifeless ground.
Each snowflake like a falling star
Smiling beauty that's spun afar.
Giving magic to the lifeless ground.
Each snowflake like a falling star
Smiling beauty that's spun afar.
Till earth is dressed in a robe of white
Unspoken poem the hush of night.
Unspoken poem the hush of night.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Moments, by Jorge Luis Borges
Moments, by Jorge Luis Borges
If I were able to live my life again,
next time I would try to make more mistakes.
I would not try to be so perfect. I would be more relaxed.
I would be much more foolish than I have been. In fact,
I would take very few things seriously.
I would be much less sanitary.
I would run more risks. I would take more trips,
I would contemplate more sunsets,
I would climb more mountains,
I would swim more rivers.
I would go to more places I have never visited.
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more real problems, fewer imaginary ones.
I was one of these people who lived prudently
and prolifically every moment of his life.
Certainly I had moments of great happiness:
Don’t let the present slip away.
I was one of those who never went anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle,
an umbrella, and a parachute.
If I could live over again,
I would go barefoot, beginning
in early spring
and would continue so until the end of autumn.
I would take more turns on the merry-go-round.
I would watch more dawns
And play with more children,
if I once again had a life ahead of me.
But, you see, I am eighty-five
and I know that I am dying.
next time I would try to make more mistakes.
I would not try to be so perfect. I would be more relaxed.
I would be much more foolish than I have been. In fact,
I would take very few things seriously.
I would be much less sanitary.
I would run more risks. I would take more trips,
I would contemplate more sunsets,
I would climb more mountains,
I would swim more rivers.
I would go to more places I have never visited.
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more real problems, fewer imaginary ones.
I was one of these people who lived prudently
and prolifically every moment of his life.
Certainly I had moments of great happiness:
Don’t let the present slip away.
I was one of those who never went anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle,
an umbrella, and a parachute.
If I could live over again,
I would go barefoot, beginning
in early spring
and would continue so until the end of autumn.
I would take more turns on the merry-go-round.
I would watch more dawns
And play with more children,
if I once again had a life ahead of me.
But, you see, I am eighty-five
and I know that I am dying.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Glimpses of Ottawa's Winterlude 2013
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| Rideau Canal 7.8 kilometers long. The world's largest skating rink. |
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| Beaver Tail -shaped fried dough, topped with sugar,cinnamon and other toppings. |
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| "ALIEN " |
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| Maple taffy shack |
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
My favorite quote from The "Bridges of Madison County"
Francesca: "When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children;
in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of
details. You become a mother; a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your
children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them.
And then you're expected move again only you don't remember what moves you
because no one has asked in so long. Not even yourself. You never in your life
think that love like this can happen to you.
"I am sure women all over the world have felt these feelings millions of times. The phrase we use today is called, the empty nest syndrome. There is so much energy put into raising a family, that there is little time left for us. But the children always move on, and then you ask yourself, now what?"
"I am sure women all over the world have felt these feelings millions of times. The phrase we use today is called, the empty nest syndrome. There is so much energy put into raising a family, that there is little time left for us. But the children always move on, and then you ask yourself, now what?"
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