Update, Poem of the Week

Hello Everybody!

My, it's been so long. I know, I am a terrible blogger and do the whole service an injustice with my lackadaisical entries. But what can I say? I am a very lazy girl.

In any case, lots to update on. I lost Radio, but got Ice Cream (cat #1). I lost Ice Cream (due to circumstance beyond my control) but gained Tinker (cat #2). And now he is a lovely white creature who is proud and stout, more stout than proud. Sometimes he will talk to you. At present, he is on my bed taking a brief cat nap. Pictures t/c.

Now, here is a poem. I will be sure to post Pack's piece next time (which will hopefully be sooner rather than later).

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied.  It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.