It’s Brian’s birthday; I did send him a card, but I don’t know if it got into the mail or not. So—Happy Birthday, Brian.
It’s amazing how—after we leave school—we keep having birthdays. I mean that somewhere after high school graduation we mentally hit our real age and stick there. Some of us are doomed, because we got stuck in jr. high. Others seem to reach ninety before we are “dry behind the ears.” Personally, I managed to be thirty-eight for three years in a row, starting when my chronological clock read thirty-seven. Maybe that has something to do with life beginning at forty.
The quote† for today is from Philip Larkin (1922–1986) “Spring”:
Spring, of all seasons most gratuitous,
Is fold of untaught flower, is race of water,
Is earth’s most multiple, excited daughter;
And those she has least use for see her best,
Their paths grown craven and circuitous,
Their visions mountain-clear, their needs immodest.
;^) Jan
* The definition is from either Merriam-Webster Online, 10th Edition or The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language: Fourth Edition and is used by permission.
† The quote is from either Bartleby: Great Books on Line or The Quotation Pages and is used by permission.
P.S.: Comments and word requests are welcome.
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