Sunday, March 4, 2018

I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I’d rather see than be one!

Gelett Burgess

Remember Scholastic book orders? The fun of choosing a book or two from the newsprint flyer? The anticipation of waiting? The excitement when they finally arrived? And, most of all, the joy of losing yourself in them again and again?

I can name a good number of books I ordered from Scholastic when I was a child. I can also put my hands on many of them—either in my home or my daughter’s. Books have always been my treasures; I’m delighted that this book-loving gene was passed on to my daughter and granddaughter.

This morning I’m reminded of a tattered thin volume I read over and over again called Barrel of Laughs. It is filled with riddles and jokes and short verses. My granddaughter has it now. I’m thinking of one riddle in particular that comes to mind every year around this time: what day of the year is a command to move forward? March fourth!

It’s interesting that the aging brain retains such things—and recalls them with ease—and yet struggles in other areas. This life is so interesting.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

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