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Poem for Thursday and Mount Vernon Barnyard


Up-Hill
By Christina Rossetti


Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
    Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
    From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
    A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
    You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
    Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
    They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
    Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
    Yea, beds for all who come.

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Wednesday was a beautiful, nearly-warm day. I spent the morning working and cleaning up a bunch of stuff on my computer, took a long walk after lunch, sorted some stuff for Vietnam Vets donation in the afternoon, then went to meet gblvr for dinner -- I had an egg-and-cheese crepe, since I know I had too much sodium earlier in the week -- and a bit of shopping (Forever 21 has necklaces with tiny cameos and miniature mirrors for $1.50).

I had to get home early to watch Star Trek: First Contact so I can get it reviewed -- not one of my favorites, though I know it's widely regarded as the best of the TNG films, so I am not sure exactly what I'm going to say about it. Adam was upstairs fighting with his computer, while Daniel's computer has finally been declared a loss and he is getting a new one (probably a HP Pavilion). We watched a bit of NCAA basketball but turned it off for the news, which is draining, so here are some Mount Vernon photos instead.















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